At Sheena's soft question, Lloyd steps forward, wrapping his arms around her in another hug. "I don't think I'm in any position to judge," he mumbles into her hair, quiet and defeated, the earlier sickness fading away to be a not-so-dull throb of pain, vertigo lessening into a general desire to not live in the waking world as is. "I feel the same way. It feels like..."

He trails off, sighing, shutting his eyes tightly closed. "It feels bad," Lloyd finishes, a sad chuckle following him. He's never been a wordsmith, even less so when emotionally distressed, but. He's trying.

"We miss him," Lloyd states, ignoring the way his necklace presses cold against his chest, ignoring the way the shadows, the thoughts he tries to avoid swim to the surface of his mind, attempting to swing their tendrils of forcibly repressed memories into the forefront of his thinking track. "But we'll make it through this, yeah? The both of us. We'll be okay. We'll save this Zelos and we'll - we'll figure some shit out. We always do."