Honestly, Zelos is just so focused on Kratos that he simply can't sense Anna's presence until she's staring them right in the face, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Right away there's a cold, piercing sensation of shame and guilt embedding itself into Zelos' core, one that he forcibly keeps locked in there and away from Sheena no matter the cost.
When Anna speaks Zelos recoils a little, stumbling back a step and then flinching when both pairs of eyes settle on him instead, expectant and observant like a crowd waiting for their Aegis to speak, waiting for the empty promises of a weapon meant to look like a saviour. It's a familiar sensation and scene to the Aegis, one that he'd thought he'd left behind along with the painful, lonely life of an unnatural being only made to wage war. Violet eyes snapping between Kratos and Anna Zelos swallows down a lump, then releases it slowly in a small, breathy laugh, one that gets caught behind bared teeth, behind a sneer that tries to disguise itself as a grin.
Something in him snaps. In the absence of control, when put in the spot like this, the Aegis turns to anger. Because how dare these people trap him like this. How dare Kratos reject him. How dare Anna look at him like he's betraying them, how dare she bring up Lloyd and Sheena after what's just happened.
And how dare Zelos almost try and run away like this, to break his own drivers' trust by replacing her like it's nothing. To think he gets the chance.
Ridiculous.
"Tell them what news?" Zelos decides to play stupid, shrugging, grin dark and head tilted while he regards Anna. Because even if he rejected him, Kratos doesn't deserve the brunt of his rage, and even if Anna doesn't deserve it after what she's gone through, either, in the Aegis' mind she's still a more acceptable target to unload on. The temperature around him rises again, though it's more subtle, a small change in the face of his irrationality. He scoffs. "That we're packing up and leaving together in ten minutes? Sure, I can do that. No problem. Not a single problem."
Zelos is being irrational and he knows it, knows that the anger he feels in his core is misdirected when it should be kept bouncing in this isolated bubble that he's created within himself, knows that of all the people here he's the one that carries the most sins. And yet he cannot stop, focused instead on releasing it in the only way he knows how: outwardly, destructively and painfully, severing whatever progress and bonds he has made. "Besides," Zelos adds, turning on his heel to leave before he causes more damage, "Lloyd's all alone. Someone's got to check in on your son."
Zelos baby you're being irrational
When Anna speaks Zelos recoils a little, stumbling back a step and then flinching when both pairs of eyes settle on him instead, expectant and observant like a crowd waiting for their Aegis to speak, waiting for the empty promises of a weapon meant to look like a saviour. It's a familiar sensation and scene to the Aegis, one that he'd thought he'd left behind along with the painful, lonely life of an unnatural being only made to wage war. Violet eyes snapping between Kratos and Anna Zelos swallows down a lump, then releases it slowly in a small, breathy laugh, one that gets caught behind bared teeth, behind a sneer that tries to disguise itself as a grin.
Something in him snaps. In the absence of control, when put in the spot like this, the Aegis turns to anger. Because how dare these people trap him like this. How dare Kratos reject him. How dare Anna look at him like he's betraying them, how dare she bring up Lloyd and Sheena after what's just happened.
And how dare Zelos almost try and run away like this, to break his own drivers' trust by replacing her like it's nothing. To think he gets the chance.
Ridiculous.
"Tell them what news?" Zelos decides to play stupid, shrugging, grin dark and head tilted while he regards Anna. Because even if he rejected him, Kratos doesn't deserve the brunt of his rage, and even if Anna doesn't deserve it after what she's gone through, either, in the Aegis' mind she's still a more acceptable target to unload on. The temperature around him rises again, though it's more subtle, a small change in the face of his irrationality. He scoffs. "That we're packing up and leaving together in ten minutes? Sure, I can do that. No problem. Not a single problem."
Zelos is being irrational and he knows it, knows that the anger he feels in his core is misdirected when it should be kept bouncing in this isolated bubble that he's created within himself, knows that of all the people here he's the one that carries the most sins. And yet he cannot stop, focused instead on releasing it in the only way he knows how: outwardly, destructively and painfully, severing whatever progress and bonds he has made. "Besides," Zelos adds, turning on his heel to leave before he causes more damage, "Lloyd's all alone. Someone's got to check in on your son."