Zelos nearly stops in his tracks when he hears all that, but manages to suppress the urge and keep walking, maintaining his face carefully blank. He does hum thoughtfully, though. Presses his lips into a tight line when he recalls Sheena's demanding behaviour towards him at first, urging him to remember a past that isn't his, then her resignation as she realized he wasn't what she wanted. Just like that the images of his mirror's death flash back to his mind's eye, his triumphant laughter as he slowly died.
He can't blame Sheena for her desperate attempt to cling to a hope that his mirror's actions had somehow been undone in this world, that she'd be able to find a solution, or even replacement, for her Zelos' choice. That's just how humans work, right? They're stubborn. They're irrational. Zelos can't really say he's not a little sore about Sheena simply slotting herself right into the driver role with no questions asked, ordering Zelos around and dragging him out of the castle, but. He did play along. And despite the regret knotting at the bottom of his stomach, he can't say he's mad about finally being free.
So.
Zelos looks up at the moon, stares. Keeps walking, silent and carefully blank, trying to figure out if the moon has always been this big or if this is new, if it's just the illusion of the grass being greener on the other side and everything feeling new speaking, comes up blank for that too. Remembers abruptly that Sheena only wants him for his power, that she only really broke him out of that life as a caged bird for the sole reason of going back home, and--
Smiles. Makes a choice she won't get to hear, and tucks that away at the bottom of his conscious where she will never, ever be able to get to, then shrugs.]
"We can't do anything about it, so who cares," [he says.] "Whatever will be, will be."
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Zelos nearly stops in his tracks when he hears all that, but manages to suppress the urge and keep walking, maintaining his face carefully blank. He does hum thoughtfully, though. Presses his lips into a tight line when he recalls Sheena's demanding behaviour towards him at first, urging him to remember a past that isn't his, then her resignation as she realized he wasn't what she wanted. Just like that the images of his mirror's death flash back to his mind's eye, his triumphant laughter as he slowly died.
He can't blame Sheena for her desperate attempt to cling to a hope that his mirror's actions had somehow been undone in this world, that she'd be able to find a solution, or even replacement, for her Zelos' choice. That's just how humans work, right? They're stubborn. They're irrational. Zelos can't really say he's not a little sore about Sheena simply slotting herself right into the driver role with no questions asked, ordering Zelos around and dragging him out of the castle, but. He did play along. And despite the regret knotting at the bottom of his stomach, he can't say he's mad about finally being free.
So.
Zelos looks up at the moon, stares. Keeps walking, silent and carefully blank, trying to figure out if the moon has always been this big or if this is new, if it's just the illusion of the grass being greener on the other side and everything feeling new speaking, comes up blank for that too. Remembers abruptly that Sheena only wants him for his power, that she only really broke him out of that life as a caged bird for the sole reason of going back home, and--
Smiles. Makes a choice she won't get to hear, and tucks that away at the bottom of his conscious where she will never, ever be able to get to, then shrugs.]
"We can't do anything about it, so who cares," [he says.] "Whatever will be, will be."