He doesn't know why this fact is so clear to him when he'd barely even seen his mirror self's death in the memory, but context is context, and through Sheena's grief and after quickly analyzing every other interaction between them, the Aegis asserts this one fact as a truth. Zelos Wilder committed suicide. Sheena saw him die, struck him down herself, and if it weren't for his other self's admission to wanting the outcome then Zelos would probably be more frightened of his driver than he is. He should be horrified. He should probably be more upset about having seen himself die, but...
There's a certain envy in his chest at the memory of the man bleeding on the floor, laugh victorious as he'd achieved a goal that the Aegis knows he will never be able to chase after. Death, to a blade, is a temporary and fleeting thing, a never-ending spiral of life and death that they find themselves trapped in, where only regular blades have the blessing to forget while Aegises are cursed to remember each and every life, and all the pain they're put through. Thinking of it this way, then Zelos can't find it in himself to blame his mirror for his choice--Zelos is so tired. If he could, he would've done the same.
Standing on his spot by the wall, one hand on his crystal, Zelos looks up to regard his driver and finds her squatting, a sickened wisp of a feeling floating up the shores of his subconscious. He grits his teeth, exhales. Tries to stop shaking. Whatever Sheena saw, it couldn't have been anything good if she's feeling this disturbed. He's unsurprised--his life is shit. Vaguely, absently, Zelos feels pity for her, and then shame; sorry, Sheena. He's unfortunately always pretty messed up, both in your world and now in this one you find yourself stuck in.
Right... alternate universes. Ah--just the thought of that subject manages to wind him completely. After seeing that mess, with the image of his own dying gaze staring right through him stuck to his mind's eye, Zelos is suddenly not quite sure if he doesn't believe her anymore. Something burns in his eyes. He clears his throat. Zelos wants to say something, anything, aches to get back to having control of the situation, but nothing comes to him, words suddenly, completely lost to the winds together with the bravado he'd once held close. He feels small. He feels lost.
He's so fuckored he won't speak oh my god
He doesn't know why this fact is so clear to him when he'd barely even seen his mirror self's death in the memory, but context is context, and through Sheena's grief and after quickly analyzing every other interaction between them, the Aegis asserts this one fact as a truth. Zelos Wilder committed suicide. Sheena saw him die, struck him down herself, and if it weren't for his other self's admission to wanting the outcome then Zelos would probably be more frightened of his driver than he is. He should be horrified. He should probably be more upset about having seen himself die, but...
There's a certain envy in his chest at the memory of the man bleeding on the floor, laugh victorious as he'd achieved a goal that the Aegis knows he will never be able to chase after. Death, to a blade, is a temporary and fleeting thing, a never-ending spiral of life and death that they find themselves trapped in, where only regular blades have the blessing to forget while Aegises are cursed to remember each and every life, and all the pain they're put through. Thinking of it this way, then Zelos can't find it in himself to blame his mirror for his choice--Zelos is so tired. If he could, he would've done the same.
Standing on his spot by the wall, one hand on his crystal, Zelos looks up to regard his driver and finds her squatting, a sickened wisp of a feeling floating up the shores of his subconscious. He grits his teeth, exhales. Tries to stop shaking. Whatever Sheena saw, it couldn't have been anything good if she's feeling this disturbed. He's unsurprised--his life is shit. Vaguely, absently, Zelos feels pity for her, and then shame; sorry, Sheena. He's unfortunately always pretty messed up, both in your world and now in this one you find yourself stuck in.
Right... alternate universes. Ah--just the thought of that subject manages to wind him completely. After seeing that mess, with the image of his own dying gaze staring right through him stuck to his mind's eye, Zelos is suddenly not quite sure if he doesn't believe her anymore. Something burns in his eyes. He clears his throat. Zelos wants to say something, anything, aches to get back to having control of the situation, but nothing comes to him, words suddenly, completely lost to the winds together with the bravado he'd once held close. He feels small. He feels lost.
What happens now?]