Even before the full force of horror and concern slams into Lloyd like a wave during high-tide, Lloyd's standing with his hands around the hilts of his swords, following in Mithos' direction to get answers about the sudden reactions from Zelos and Malos. All he has to hear, really, is that the rest of the party got captured before Lloyd's poised and ready to run in and take some fuckers down, but the knowledge that they're sedated and likely tied up brings anger to the surface of a deep level of concern. He knows all of them can take care of themselves, but without even being conscious -

Lloyd follows after Mithos, content to storm in guns blazing, because how dare these kidnappers take not only his parents, but his sister, he's gonna knock some heads together or he'll die trying. "Let's go," he says to Malos, face more serious than ever, the tinny drum of worry and fury backing up the strong beat of his heart. Determination furrows his brow and makes it clear he's gonna give someone a hell of a fight.

(Silently, and without much thought expended in favor of focusing on the coming rescue, Lloyd takes note of "the last thing Kratos needs is to be caged again.")