"Oh," Sheena says, softly, almost more an exhalation of horror than a word. She'd thought - well, Zelos looks like he's the same age as their Zelos had been. She hadn't even wondered. If he'd been treated like that for a hundred years...

"... That would do it, I guess," she says, still quiet. "That's --" She shakes her head, hard, to clear it. "Whoever did that to him better hope I never run into them." Her voice is dark, barely restrained; she swallows, slowly, double-checks that the emotional link is still closed.