Malos definitely isn't doing hot, but that's-- probably something they're going to have to unpack a little later, especially because letting Zelos know he almost killed them last time he was in the cannon isn't exactly a smart move at literally any point in time, especially since... Zelos doesn't look like he's doing too hot right now either. Of course he isn't. No one is.

Anna takes a deep breath. Turns to look at Malos again, meet his eyes. She doesn't need words to ask him something as simple as is it okay if we handle this in a sec, and he nods somehwat-miserably at her. Sending him a soft smile she turns towards Zelos again.

(Malos grabs her by the hand before she can go far, which makes Anna's chest hitch with worry and also fondness. She doesn't protest, though, lets him grip her wrist. He probably needs it.)

"Who here said anything about using you to fight a war?" Anna calls to Zelos, confused but trying to be gentle. She realizes that-- fuck, maybe she implied it, at some point? She can't remember. Or maybe he's just (rightly) paranoid, considering...

What he is. How everyone else in his lifetime has treated him.

(Kratos, tense and sarcastic-- "Forgive me for not trusting so easily, it's not exactly like humanity's track record is perfectly clean.")

"Zelos..." Anna says. "All we want is to get you somewhere where the assholes out there who do want to use you can't anymore."