The moment Malos grabs Lloyd's wrist and pulls him forward, Lloyd tries to protest against it, digging his boots into the ground as he resists against the bigger blade. "Malos, wait, the others -" Lloyd gets out, cutting himself off as he stumbles when Malos lets go of him in his rush. The boy turns, tries to get back to the Aegises, but jumps back when a wall slams down in front of him, nearly slicing him in half as it comes down. It takes only a second of realization before he feels fear leak directly into his heart, which beats so heavily, so hard, that Lloyd is sure the others can hear it.
"No!" He yells, immediately searching for a lock, or some sort of mechanism he can break, some way to pull up the wall. Zelos and Mithos are out there, separated from the rest of the party, separated from him, and they're the most vulnerable out of the rest of them, the most powerful but also the most in threat, they need to get to them -
The others. The others need to be freed, first. Before anything, they need to free the others, and Malos can't do it on his own. Lloyd swallows down anxiety fear anxiety fear not knowing if the way it grows is his or Mithos' and don't think about it or you will start to freak out Lloyd take a deep breath count to ten like Kratos said -
Kratos. Okay. He can start with him.
Taking a deep breath to stop the way he's beginning to hyperventilate - (he can't see Zelos and Mithos, can't know they're okay, and he can't help but think about the gauntlet, about being separated and knowing that they one by one fell to their deaths stop stop stop THINKING) - Lloyd turns to face the others, face the cells. He does his best to look them over from his position, and. Okay, they all look a bit dazed, but Kratos - Lloyd can't tell if he's genuinely hurt or what, and that's worrying, but he can't do anything from outside the cells. So he reaches up to his hair, pulls a bobby pin out from the side of it, and gets to work.
"Y-you're gonna be alright, Kratos," Lloyd says, trying to hide the tremble in his voice as the terror rears it's ugly head louder and louder, and he's certain something is happening to Mithos, but he can't - not in front of Kratos, Kratos can't realize something is wrong with Mithos, not like this, so he stays strong. "I'm gonna get you out, don't worry."
The lock is deceptively tricky, with hidden slots and key recognitions, but Lloyd is sure that under normal circumstances, he'd be able to pop it open within a minute. However, with the way his hands tremble, his movements become less precise, more erratic. The bobby pin snaps.
"Fuck," he mutters, staring at the lock. He could try again, pull another bobby pin and try to break the lock open in what is probably the less messy way of handling things, but he doubts he'd be able to get any sort of progress done with how useless his mind is becoming as time passes. And for all the experience he has at busting out of jail, there is little that could be done from outside the cell without keys, and Kratos is obviously unresponsive, so.
He makes up his mind.
The ether in the area is weird, completely choked and limited from how it felt outside, and Lloyd doesn't notice it until he closes his eyes, gathering as much of it as he can around him. He can feel it enter his body through the crystal on his left hand, feels the way it travels into his bloodstream in such a heavy current it burns at his insides, powerful and foreign. He gasps in pain, breaths coming out sharp as he doubles over, the ether finding its way to his shoulder blades and staying there, furiously swirling, gathering shape and form, a scorching mess that sets his nerves aflame. Biting his tongue, he holds in a yell as his wings come alive, flickering into view before taking up the expanse of the room, cyan lighting up the cold of the cells.
With his enhanced strength, Lloyd straightens himself back out, wipes a gloved hand over his clammy forehead, and finally turns back to face the lock he had tried to pick. Brute force it is, then. He makes sure Kratos is out of the way - (he's in the far corner of the cell, well away from the door) - takes another deep breath, and then angles the side of his body towards the cell door, on the furthest side from the hinges. With a moment to gather his wits about him, Lloyd throws his shoulder into the door, ramming his full strength into it.
One.
Two.
Three.
The door goes flying with a squeal as the hinges break. It smacks hard against the inner center wall of the cell, falling flat to the floor as soon as it does. Pausing for a moment to steady himself, Lloyd hesitates to leave Kratos as he is, but -
"Please do not touch me without my consent. Triggers bad memories, sometimes, if I am not expecting it."
- he should trust him to find a way back to shore by himself, if only for right now. Setting his jaw, he walks over to Sheena's cell, sends her as steady a smile as he can force with how his emotions are a jumbled mess of horror and dread, eating at the cracks in his shaky demeanor, threatening to distract him the moment he thinks of them and he needs to stop right now. "Careful, Sheena. It'll go flying."
Giving her a second to position herself away from the door, he repeats what he did to Kratos' cell, knocking it off its hinges in no time, and then fixes himself in front of Anna's cell door to do the same. All three cell doors open, all three hostages freed, Lloyd properly looks them over best he can, concern etched into every part of his expression. With the immediate distraction out of the way, his heart begins to pound irritatingly fast again, a desperate "we need to find Zelos and Mithos we need to save them we need to help them" drumming to the same tune. He's itching to leave this cellblock. "Anything we need to worry about here and now?"
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"No!" He yells, immediately searching for a lock, or some sort of mechanism he can break, some way to pull up the wall. Zelos and Mithos are out there, separated from the rest of the party, separated from him, and they're the most vulnerable out of the rest of them, the most powerful but also the most in threat, they need to get to them -
The others. The others need to be freed, first. Before anything, they need to free the others, and Malos can't do it on his own. Lloyd swallows down anxiety fear anxiety fear not knowing if the way it grows is his or Mithos' and don't think about it or you will start to freak out Lloyd take a deep breath count to ten like Kratos said -
Kratos. Okay. He can start with him.
Taking a deep breath to stop the way he's beginning to hyperventilate - (he can't see Zelos and Mithos, can't know they're okay, and he can't help but think about the gauntlet, about being separated and knowing that they one by one fell to their deaths stop stop stop THINKING) - Lloyd turns to face the others, face the cells. He does his best to look them over from his position, and. Okay, they all look a bit dazed, but Kratos - Lloyd can't tell if he's genuinely hurt or what, and that's worrying, but he can't do anything from outside the cells. So he reaches up to his hair, pulls a bobby pin out from the side of it, and gets to work.
"Y-you're gonna be alright, Kratos," Lloyd says, trying to hide the tremble in his voice as the terror rears it's ugly head louder and louder, and he's certain something is happening to Mithos, but he can't - not in front of Kratos, Kratos can't realize something is wrong with Mithos, not like this, so he stays strong. "I'm gonna get you out, don't worry."
The lock is deceptively tricky, with hidden slots and key recognitions, but Lloyd is sure that under normal circumstances, he'd be able to pop it open within a minute. However, with the way his hands tremble, his movements become less precise, more erratic. The bobby pin snaps.
"Fuck," he mutters, staring at the lock. He could try again, pull another bobby pin and try to break the lock open in what is probably the less messy way of handling things, but he doubts he'd be able to get any sort of progress done with how useless his mind is becoming as time passes. And for all the experience he has at busting out of jail, there is little that could be done from outside the cell without keys, and Kratos is obviously unresponsive, so.
He makes up his mind.
The ether in the area is weird, completely choked and limited from how it felt outside, and Lloyd doesn't notice it until he closes his eyes, gathering as much of it as he can around him. He can feel it enter his body through the crystal on his left hand, feels the way it travels into his bloodstream in such a heavy current it burns at his insides, powerful and foreign. He gasps in pain, breaths coming out sharp as he doubles over, the ether finding its way to his shoulder blades and staying there, furiously swirling, gathering shape and form, a scorching mess that sets his nerves aflame. Biting his tongue, he holds in a yell as his wings come alive, flickering into view before taking up the expanse of the room, cyan lighting up the cold of the cells.
With his enhanced strength, Lloyd straightens himself back out, wipes a gloved hand over his clammy forehead, and finally turns back to face the lock he had tried to pick. Brute force it is, then. He makes sure Kratos is out of the way - (he's in the far corner of the cell, well away from the door) - takes another deep breath, and then angles the side of his body towards the cell door, on the furthest side from the hinges. With a moment to gather his wits about him, Lloyd throws his shoulder into the door, ramming his full strength into it.
One.
Two.
Three.
The door goes flying with a squeal as the hinges break. It smacks hard against the inner center wall of the cell, falling flat to the floor as soon as it does. Pausing for a moment to steady himself, Lloyd hesitates to leave Kratos as he is, but -
"Please do not touch me without my consent. Triggers bad memories, sometimes, if I am not expecting it."
- he should trust him to find a way back to shore by himself, if only for right now. Setting his jaw, he walks over to Sheena's cell, sends her as steady a smile as he can force with how his emotions are a jumbled mess of horror and dread, eating at the cracks in his shaky demeanor, threatening to distract him the moment he thinks of them and he needs to stop right now. "Careful, Sheena. It'll go flying."
Giving her a second to position herself away from the door, he repeats what he did to Kratos' cell, knocking it off its hinges in no time, and then fixes himself in front of Anna's cell door to do the same. All three cell doors open, all three hostages freed, Lloyd properly looks them over best he can, concern etched into every part of his expression. With the immediate distraction out of the way, his heart begins to pound irritatingly fast again, a desperate "we need to find Zelos and Mithos we need to save them we need to help them" drumming to the same tune. He's itching to leave this cellblock. "Anything we need to worry about here and now?"