Kratos. Kratos, Kratos, Kratos. For a moment the name rings a bell of familiarity in Zelos' subconscious, until the lines align and he remembers Anna insisting that she was trustworthy because she was married to some Kratos guy. Oh. Oh. So then their group has stumbled upon Anna's husband, huh? And her husband is a blade that she's not even driving?

Great. What does that give him. Absolutely nothing other than an update for the affinity chart in his brain, Zelos thinks.

"Aah," the Aegis nods. He shrugs. Starts walking again while tapping his chin, pacing around Kratos like an animal surrounding prey, slow enough for it to be inconspicuous. "You got any particular place you wanna take 'em, or something? Or maybe," he side-eyes Kratos while circling him, grin growing, "you wanna take 'em along for when you free Martel?"

The name 'Martel' is an obvious one for Zelos; she's Sylvarant's lost Aegis. The one that was killed in the war. That much information he does know, though how the fuck someone could put her in a cannon eludes him, especially with how he's pretty sure that the blade powering up the weapon itself is Colette. Zelos bites down a shudder. Maybe it's another blade named Martel? Maybe it's a codename for his sister, or a second name unknown to Tethe'alla?

Questions, questions.