[He's not tense, not per se, but Zelos is also not completely sure of what to do with himself now. Malos' words ring heavy in his ears, the 'set free' bit louder than anything else. Is this really freedom? There isn't a lot in this situation that he can directly control, and he's not sure of everyone else's true motives, but...
But this isn't the castle. This isn't the cannon.
Zelos straightens up and crosses his arms, thoughts suddenly vanishing in the air. He just stares through the window glass at the colours in the sky and wonders, for a moment, if during this journey to Mithos' location he'll finally get a chance to see a sunset or a sunrise from somewhere other than behind a window, from behind a cage's bars. He doesn't know. He can't really predict what's to come, but.
For now he guesses he'll just take this, and simply hums.]
HE DEADASS DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO RESPOND
But this isn't the castle. This isn't the cannon.
Zelos straightens up and crosses his arms, thoughts suddenly vanishing in the air. He just stares through the window glass at the colours in the sky and wonders, for a moment, if during this journey to Mithos' location he'll finally get a chance to see a sunset or a sunrise from somewhere other than behind a window, from behind a cage's bars. He doesn't know. He can't really predict what's to come, but.
For now he guesses he'll just take this, and simply hums.]