Haha, right? Please be joking, Sheena, please laugh. Panic bubbles up from deep in his chest, coming out as a rough laugh that lands itself somewhere between horrified and disbelieving because his life wouldn't be this cruel to him, right? Making him introduce himself to an alternate version of the dead love of his life, only to make Lloyd suffer again in the same way? Making Lloyd face down his dead uncle, the one he killed? This is a different universe, surely whatever is out there that enjoyed watching his life go to shit in the span of a few days doesn't exist here, so this can't be it, right?
"I - I see," Lloyd manages to work out, nausea tickling at his throat, and he swallows down the sudden, dizzying urge to be sick. He knows what Sheena meant, knows that this Mithos is not his own, this Zelos is not what once his own. Knows that things are different, and the picture in the illusion may not be as close as it seems. But the words Zelos said he wanted to go to Mithos keep bouncing around his head, keep pounding at the weak armor he wears around his heart, a heart broken mercilessly and so often that it barely beats with half the strength it used to. He averts his eyes, turns around, busies himself with staring out the window again because it's easier to do that than to face Sheena and call himself a coward.
"Sounds like a good plan," he lies through his teeth, rubbing at the glove on his left hand. "If Malos thought it was a good idea and Zelos wants it, we might as well."
He swallows hard. Pushes down the panic. Forces a blank enough face, not having the will to force a smile anymore. And then he closes the window curtains, having had enough of the sunny morning already.
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Haha, right? Please be joking, Sheena, please laugh. Panic bubbles up from deep in his chest, coming out as a rough laugh that lands itself somewhere between horrified and disbelieving because his life wouldn't be this cruel to him, right? Making him introduce himself to an alternate version of the dead love of his life, only to make Lloyd suffer again in the same way? Making Lloyd face down his dead uncle, the one he killed? This is a different universe, surely whatever is out there that enjoyed watching his life go to shit in the span of a few days doesn't exist here, so this can't be it, right?
"I - I see," Lloyd manages to work out, nausea tickling at his throat, and he swallows down the sudden, dizzying urge to be sick. He knows what Sheena meant, knows that this Mithos is not his own, this Zelos is not what once his own. Knows that things are different, and the picture in the illusion may not be as close as it seems. But the words Zelos said he wanted to go to Mithos keep bouncing around his head, keep pounding at the weak armor he wears around his heart, a heart broken mercilessly and so often that it barely beats with half the strength it used to. He averts his eyes, turns around, busies himself with staring out the window again because it's easier to do that than to face Sheena and call himself a coward.
"Sounds like a good plan," he lies through his teeth, rubbing at the glove on his left hand. "If Malos thought it was a good idea and Zelos wants it, we might as well."
He swallows hard. Pushes down the panic. Forces a blank enough face, not having the will to force a smile anymore. And then he closes the window curtains, having had enough of the sunny morning already.
Zelos said he wanted to... go to Mithos.