[Malos lays out their plans and Zelos allows himself a tiny little laugh, surprisingly satisfied when his plans and Malos' line up almost perfectly. Meeting up with Mithos and begging him to listen to Zelos' case is the one way to go if Zelos wants to get out of humanity's hands unharmed, after all. And, who knows? Maybe Mithos will have a way to help Zelos finally break free. Either that, or...
Well.
The smug smile on Zelos is a welcome change from his usual fakeness and the anxieties that have been resting in his core since he awoke and escaped, so it's a little upsetting when it's wiped out entirely to be replaced by a glare and even more anxiety when Malos next speaks, calling Zelos out on all of his bullshit without a care in the world. Just like that Zelos bristles, feels all of his defensive walls rise so high up that they block out even the starlight sneaking in through the window he stands by. Because this is the behaviour he'd been expecting when he came here, the questioning and the tension, the eventual confrontation.
Still, at least he has something on this situation: Malos doesn't have to know exactly what it is that Zelos plans, but he can, and perhaps should, play along.] "Well, well, well. We're quite well-versed on Aegis history here, aren't we?" [Zelos laughs, still satisfied yet on edge, and settles back against the wall a little more comfortably now. The grin is back on his face, though he still glares at Malos.] "Okay, I'll yield. I guess you'll be happy to know that you pretty much read my mind, old man." [Zelos pauses, squints. He taps a rhythm against his forearm, hums, says:] "I want to go to Mithos."
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Well.
The smug smile on Zelos is a welcome change from his usual fakeness and the anxieties that have been resting in his core since he awoke and escaped, so it's a little upsetting when it's wiped out entirely to be replaced by a glare and even more anxiety when Malos next speaks, calling Zelos out on all of his bullshit without a care in the world. Just like that Zelos bristles, feels all of his defensive walls rise so high up that they block out even the starlight sneaking in through the window he stands by. Because this is the behaviour he'd been expecting when he came here, the questioning and the tension, the eventual confrontation.
Still, at least he has something on this situation: Malos doesn't have to know exactly what it is that Zelos plans, but he can, and perhaps should, play along.] "Well, well, well. We're quite well-versed on Aegis history here, aren't we?" [Zelos laughs, still satisfied yet on edge, and settles back against the wall a little more comfortably now. The grin is back on his face, though he still glares at Malos.] "Okay, I'll yield. I guess you'll be happy to know that you pretty much read my mind, old man." [Zelos pauses, squints. He taps a rhythm against his forearm, hums, says:] "I want to go to Mithos."