No. No, he's not okay. Lloyd wants to be sick, wants to run away, wants to go home, the home he used to know as camping and joking and snacks in front of a fire, of Colette's singing and Genis' teasing, Raine's hums, and Sheena and Zelos' banter. He wants it back, wants to take it all back because living this life is tearing Lloyd apart, knowing he killed Zelos and ruined his chances with his uncles and wasn't worth sticking around for.

"I'm sorry," he whispers before whipping around and walking out of the room, booking it outside as soon as he's out of Zelos and Sheena's line of vision.

Once outside, he takes a deep breath, allows the smell of nature to ground him because all he can see, all he can think of is his mistakes, the feeling of his swords slicing through flesh and bone as he cries out against how unfair it all is. It's like he's being pulled into several different locations at once - he knows he's on the outskirts of Meltokio, but his mind is in the Tower of Salvation, in Derris-Kharlan and every other place something went wrong.

Lloyd sprints into a small forest placed behind the safehouse, face crumbling into something distressed and ugly, and before he knows it, he's on his knees, punching the ground, hot tears spilling down his face because he can't hold it together anymore, and this is the third time he's sobbed in two days, why is he so fucking broken.