"It'll be okay," Lloyd repeats for both of them, though he's not sure either of them really believes it. Guilt eats away at the panic that belies his mind, giving him a disgusting mixture of the two that only work to make him that much antsier. But he works on keeping it down, ignores the way his hands tremble as he rests his hands on the sword grips again, shooting Sheena a wobbly smile she probably can't see, wishing he was strong enough to actually reassure her like she's trying to desperately to reassure him.

"I uh - I trust their judgment," he says, and, well, he's learned his lesson about not trusting Zelos' decisions, so he swallows down the bitter taste of regret and unease and continues. "This world is different from ours, r-right? Who's to say this Mithos is any worse than ours was?"

Who's to say this Mithos is any better, Lloyd thinks, but keeps that locked tightly in his mind. The fear is going to last, going to burn into his brain until he sees for himself that this Mithos won't - won't -

That Lloyd won't have to do something he regrets again.