Lloyd listens as Mithos speaks, translating Kratos' signs with an ease Lloyd hopes he could achieve. The fingerspelling and basics were fun, but it is a new language, so he can't read shit from what Kratos signs.

Ah. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the pencil and paper from the night previous, scrawling out a messy reply. I'll be okay, it reads, I just need some time. Feeling better.

Truthfully, he won't feel better until Zelos reforms, hopefully with memory intact, and Lloyd can put this episode behind him. Until then, the quiet emptiness left behind by Zelos' death will keep Lloyd's words in his throat.