The loud outburst from this Kratos jolts Lloyd, the following flinch causing him to bite down on his lip hard. Ouch, but also, what the fuck, Kratos, not the time to be violent and intimidating!
Lloyd's glower strengthens, this time aimed directly at Kratos, and as Zelos loses consciousness and Sheena half-dives to catch him properly, the glower turns into a straight up glare, Lloyd baring his teeth in a snarl. A quick glance at the Aegis lets Lloyd know that he'll be okay, but the fact that he passed out obviously agitated sits about as well in Lloyd's stomach as food poisoning. The worry mixes with his earlier horror and the multiple sources of fury that run their courses in his bloodstream, pumping aggressively through his body, and he's snapping before he knows it.
"Hey, would you calm down?!" Lloyd near-shouts at Kratos, putting in arm in front of Sheena and Zelos protectively, without thinking, only angry angry angry. "I'm as pissed as you are, but we've had a shit day too, asshole! Stop acting like you're the only goddamn one here who's suffering!"
Lloyd lowers his voice, coughing lightly, fighting back the way his throat aches from talking too loud at once after the mines. "If you want to be mad and punch things, fine, do it somewhere else. Have some fucking consideration, would you?"
Deciding to return to his earlier plan of action and ignore Kratos, he forces himself to stand, walking over to Sheena's other side, where Zelos leans heavily on her. "Poor guy's exhausted," Lloyd mutters, concern leaking through his voice. Kneeling, he gently grabs at Zelos' arm and loops it around his shoulders, shrugging on some of the blade's weight. "Let's set him up against the tree for now, just until we can set up camp."
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Lloyd's glower strengthens, this time aimed directly at Kratos, and as Zelos loses consciousness and Sheena half-dives to catch him properly, the glower turns into a straight up glare, Lloyd baring his teeth in a snarl. A quick glance at the Aegis lets Lloyd know that he'll be okay, but the fact that he passed out obviously agitated sits about as well in Lloyd's stomach as food poisoning. The worry mixes with his earlier horror and the multiple sources of fury that run their courses in his bloodstream, pumping aggressively through his body, and he's snapping before he knows it.
"Hey, would you calm down?!" Lloyd near-shouts at Kratos, putting in arm in front of Sheena and Zelos protectively, without thinking, only angry angry angry. "I'm as pissed as you are, but we've had a shit day too, asshole! Stop acting like you're the only goddamn one here who's suffering!"
Lloyd lowers his voice, coughing lightly, fighting back the way his throat aches from talking too loud at once after the mines. "If you want to be mad and punch things, fine, do it somewhere else. Have some fucking consideration, would you?"
Deciding to return to his earlier plan of action and ignore Kratos, he forces himself to stand, walking over to Sheena's other side, where Zelos leans heavily on her. "Poor guy's exhausted," Lloyd mutters, concern leaking through his voice. Kneeling, he gently grabs at Zelos' arm and loops it around his shoulders, shrugging on some of the blade's weight. "Let's set him up against the tree for now, just until we can set up camp."