Lloyd barely has a moment to get over his initial wave of concern and furiousness about Colette, about what could have happened to her, about what could be happening to her, before Mithos’ tsunami of negative emotions floods their emotional bleed, overwhelming Lloyd under the weight of them. His eyes widen and he jolts forward, willing his heart to slow down as he tries to fight against the currents of Mithos’ anger, horror, and guilt. And - here’s the thing, what Mithos is feeling is - it’s incredibly justified, Lloyd’s worst theory about Colette and Martel’s shared existence being confirmed not at all helping him feel better, and for a moment, Lloyd embraces the fact that both of them are equally upset about the mistreatment of the Aegises, his own anger mixing with Mithos’ into some awful concoction of determined vengeance, but.
Lloyd bites back his fear, shivering as he feels the looseness of Mithos’ hold on himself, their bleed feeling unstable and unsafe, a distant reminder of what could be at risk should anything more happen to Martel, and - Lloyd squeezes Sheena’s hand again, attempting to keep his reaction hidden best he can from Kratos and Anna, wishing he could fucking speak, but even with the panic rising from his chest and appearing in the way his breaths quicken, because as Mithos’ sanity slips from him, Lloyd’s reminded of bitter, high-pitched laughter and manic energy, magic used against him and everyone he’s ever cared about with the sheer intent to hurt, hurt, hurt, take back what had been taken from the hero of legend -
Count to ten, Kratos’ voice whispers, and Lloyd does, using Sheena as a grounding force. Lloyd can’t talk yet, useless as he is, but he nods along with Sheena’s decision, knowing he’s in no position to fight at his best. Guilt not unlike Mithos’ joins the cocktail as Lloyd swallows, looking at his boots. He was too late to help Colette, and now he’s making her wait even longer. Keep holding on, Colette, he thinks silently, remembering a soft voice filled with gilded sorrow, thinking of her having to go through the unfair treatment Zelos has. Lloyd doesn’t know this world’s Colette, but he has no doubt in her mind she’s worth saving. We’re coming, I promise.
Lloyd cant feel exhaustion anymore but pls know if he could hed be about to take a depression nap
Lloyd bites back his fear, shivering as he feels the looseness of Mithos’ hold on himself, their bleed feeling unstable and unsafe, a distant reminder of what could be at risk should anything more happen to Martel, and - Lloyd squeezes Sheena’s hand again, attempting to keep his reaction hidden best he can from Kratos and Anna, wishing he could fucking speak, but even with the panic rising from his chest and appearing in the way his breaths quicken, because as Mithos’ sanity slips from him, Lloyd’s reminded of bitter, high-pitched laughter and manic energy, magic used against him and everyone he’s ever cared about with the sheer intent to hurt, hurt, hurt, take back what had been taken from the hero of legend -
Count to ten, Kratos’ voice whispers, and Lloyd does, using Sheena as a grounding force. Lloyd can’t talk yet, useless as he is, but he nods along with Sheena’s decision, knowing he’s in no position to fight at his best. Guilt not unlike Mithos’ joins the cocktail as Lloyd swallows, looking at his boots. He was too late to help Colette, and now he’s making her wait even longer. Keep holding on, Colette, he thinks silently, remembering a soft voice filled with gilded sorrow, thinking of her having to go through the unfair treatment Zelos has. Lloyd doesn’t know this world’s Colette, but he has no doubt in her mind she’s worth saving. We’re coming, I promise.