The anger roaring in Zelos' core is a nasty, horrible thing that he wishes to turn outwards more than anything else he's wished for in his entire life. It's like a disgusting, misguided knife that points itself outwards, so much different from its usual position pointing inwards, a weapon created after years of abuse and misuse and sharpened by experience and hate. Hate, hate, hate. Hate overflowing, overpowering, watching Anna as she drops her blade's sword, watching her demanding answers from her terrified, hurting blade--
And then... Malos talks. Malos explains himself.
Malos says it wasn't his fault.
And it doesn't take a fucking genius to guess whose fault it is.
Ah, haha. Uh. Shit. The anger is snuffed out by cold terror instead as Zelos draws a sharp breath and doesn't let it go, staggering backwards one step before he stops himself, determined to hold his ground. He gathers the emotional bleed into his core before Sheena can get any stupid ideas, decides to suffer alone. Because this... isn't how he'd expected this to go. This isn't what he wanted at all. And there's still so much left in his system that he just wants to scream out, things he wants to blame on Anna, on everything she represents, but the way she treats her blade and the way Malos speaks to her are honestly, honestly making it very difficult to stay mad.
"It's not his fault," Malos said. Zelos feels something painful sliding down his throat, something that causes him to slowly, absently dismiss his sword in a flash of orange light. Not his fault. Not his fault.
Not his fucking fault? Bullshit. That's such bullshit. Everything about this is Zelos' fault.
If he hadn't been made--
Zelos releases that breath, realizing that his hatred is misplaced, that while Anna may be untrustworthy, she's still not the whole of the world. Zelos can't put his hatred on someone who listens to their blade and drops literally everything just to make sure they're okay. When the only reason the blade is even upset is because of his ether. The angry, twisted knife is turned back inwards instead, when he realizes what a big, stupid fuckup this all is, when it becomes apparent that he's lashed out for literally no reason at all. And that hurts worse than the ether burns from Malos' sword, he finds, because with all eyes on him and his own stuck on the scene before him Zelos is now forced to come face to face with what a stupid fucking destructive force he and his ether are.
He shouldn't have been made.
He shouldn't have been made.
He shouldn't have been made.
"Would you look at that," he says after a laugh, something low and slightly manic as he raises both hands in an 'oh well' gesture, eyes wide. He's doing everything he can to not stagger backwards again. "Y'see this shit? That's what Aegis ether does. You really sure you wanna use this to fight your goddamn war?"
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And then... Malos talks. Malos explains himself.
Malos says it wasn't his fault.
And it doesn't take a fucking genius to guess whose fault it is.
Ah, haha. Uh. Shit. The anger is snuffed out by cold terror instead as Zelos draws a sharp breath and doesn't let it go, staggering backwards one step before he stops himself, determined to hold his ground. He gathers the emotional bleed into his core before Sheena can get any stupid ideas, decides to suffer alone. Because this... isn't how he'd expected this to go. This isn't what he wanted at all. And there's still so much left in his system that he just wants to scream out, things he wants to blame on Anna, on everything she represents, but the way she treats her blade and the way Malos speaks to her are honestly, honestly making it very difficult to stay mad.
"It's not his fault," Malos said. Zelos feels something painful sliding down his throat, something that causes him to slowly, absently dismiss his sword in a flash of orange light. Not his fault. Not his fault.
Not his fucking fault? Bullshit. That's such bullshit. Everything about this is Zelos' fault.
If he hadn't been made--
Zelos releases that breath, realizing that his hatred is misplaced, that while Anna may be untrustworthy, she's still not the whole of the world. Zelos can't put his hatred on someone who listens to their blade and drops literally everything just to make sure they're okay. When the only reason the blade is even upset is because of his ether. The angry, twisted knife is turned back inwards instead, when he realizes what a big, stupid fuckup this all is, when it becomes apparent that he's lashed out for literally no reason at all. And that hurts worse than the ether burns from Malos' sword, he finds, because with all eyes on him and his own stuck on the scene before him Zelos is now forced to come face to face with what a stupid fucking destructive force he and his ether are.
He shouldn't have been made.
He shouldn't have been made.
He shouldn't have been made.
"Would you look at that," he says after a laugh, something low and slightly manic as he raises both hands in an 'oh well' gesture, eyes wide. He's doing everything he can to not stagger backwards again. "Y'see this shit? That's what Aegis ether does. You really sure you wanna use this to fight your goddamn war?"
He should never have been allowed to exist.