If he's connected with Martel, then that confirms one fact: that they both died, at some point, and they're reconfiguring down here at the bottom of the blade network together. Okay, cool. Fine. That just leaves one problem: It's not like it'll have any repercussions, but; death, even to an Aegis, is never an easy thing. Poor woman must be upset. So Zelos speaks casually and gently, information as text pushed through their connection like a gentle wave in the ocean. It's some sort of attempt to calm her. Because maybe Zelos doesn't know Martel, but as a fellow Aegis, he can still care.
「 Compiling package. 」
And yet... and yet the fact that he's connected with Martel and not his sister still brings with it a pang of bitter disappointment. Of course, he'd been expecting it, but. Still.
Zelos quickly swallows the disappointment down and pushes it to the side, much preferring to focus on what Martel has to say instead.
Because, judging by the package she's sent, it is critical he do so.
「 Package compiled. 」
Okay, then.
「 Initiating transfer. 」
Zelos hums into their connection, gathers and sends out a small package of his own. It's mostly images of himself, of his driver, the company they keep. A small tracing of their current traversed path and estimated route into Sylvarant, a proposed meeting point where both their paths should cross.
A memory of Kratos, so insistent on rescuing Martel.
A memory of Mithos, powerful and angry, awakening in the rain. The recording of his voice singing in the white room before Zelos' death, the sound filling their weakening link.
「 ZELOS_FEHU_TETHEALLA:> We're coming for you. I promise. 」
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If he's connected with Martel, then that confirms one fact: that they both died, at some point, and they're reconfiguring down here at the bottom of the blade network together. Okay, cool. Fine. That just leaves one problem: It's not like it'll have any repercussions, but; death, even to an Aegis, is never an easy thing. Poor woman must be upset. So Zelos speaks casually and gently, information as text pushed through their connection like a gentle wave in the ocean. It's some sort of attempt to calm her. Because maybe Zelos doesn't know Martel, but as a fellow Aegis, he can still care.
And yet... and yet the fact that he's connected with Martel and not his sister still brings with it a pang of bitter disappointment. Of course, he'd been expecting it, but. Still.
Zelos quickly swallows the disappointment down and pushes it to the side, much preferring to focus on what Martel has to say instead.
Because, judging by the package she's sent, it is critical he do so.
Okay, then.
Zelos hums into their connection, gathers and sends out a small package of his own. It's mostly images of himself, of his driver, the company they keep. A small tracing of their current traversed path and estimated route into Sylvarant, a proposed meeting point where both their paths should cross.
A memory of Kratos, so insistent on rescuing Martel.
A memory of Mithos, powerful and angry, awakening in the rain. The recording of his voice singing in the white room before Zelos' death, the sound filling their weakening link.