Hearing Lloyd take the lead of the conversation and ramble actually is a pretty good way of preparing himself for the actual conversation to take place, Zelos finds, so he doesn't really mind it at all when he starts rambling. He does frown, however, when Lloyd starts naming constellations that quite honestly make no goddamn sense to Zelos at all. Gnome? Efreet? What?? And what the fuck is a Celsius, isn't that a unit of measurement or something?
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It's a little amusing, though. Disarming, too, catching him by such surprise that before he even thinks about it Zelos finds himself laughing softly and genuinely at the ridiculousness of it all. What the hell, honestly. And Lloyd sounds so convinced on what he sees, but where he points out Sylph, Zelos sees the Leftherian Titans. Where he says he sees Gnome, there's Uraya. Clearly they have a case of miscommunication here, huh?
Maybe their worlds differ more than they expected. It's so much to take in and unpack, but it makes sense, Zelos thinks. Just because the stars are apparently the same it doesn't mean the cultures that come up with the constellations are equal at all.
That's... actually kind of funny.
Lloyd nudges his shoulder, and with the perfect opening presented right in front of him, Zelos takes his chance to snort again, shrugging himself off the boulder to sit upright. "Ha! Well, seeing how I didn't even recognize half of what you just said, I think you're onto something here," he offers. Grinning in enjoyment and raising a hand to point up at a particularly bright cluster of three stars, Zelos traces a familiar figure he's memorized from old astronomy books, shining strongly even after fifty years.
"That's the Zohar cluster," he laughs. He moves his hand to the left, continues speaking. "And that's Uraya, then Argentum a little underneath. Then Meyneth and Zanza over there, always next to each other and locked in battle." Zelos pauses, lowers his hand. Breathes out a puff of air and leans back on his palms, eyes fixed on the stars, laughing and teasing without any real bite to it. "Architect, what the hell's up with your skies? I can't imagine it any differently than this!"
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It's a little amusing, though. Disarming, too, catching him by such surprise that before he even thinks about it Zelos finds himself laughing softly and genuinely at the ridiculousness of it all. What the hell, honestly. And Lloyd sounds so convinced on what he sees, but where he points out Sylph, Zelos sees the Leftherian Titans. Where he says he sees Gnome, there's Uraya. Clearly they have a case of miscommunication here, huh?
Maybe their worlds differ more than they expected. It's so much to take in and unpack, but it makes sense, Zelos thinks. Just because the stars are apparently the same it doesn't mean the cultures that come up with the constellations are equal at all.
That's... actually kind of funny.
Lloyd nudges his shoulder, and with the perfect opening presented right in front of him, Zelos takes his chance to snort again, shrugging himself off the boulder to sit upright. "Ha! Well, seeing how I didn't even recognize half of what you just said, I think you're onto something here," he offers. Grinning in enjoyment and raising a hand to point up at a particularly bright cluster of three stars, Zelos traces a familiar figure he's memorized from old astronomy books, shining strongly even after fifty years.
"That's the Zohar cluster," he laughs. He moves his hand to the left, continues speaking. "And that's Uraya, then Argentum a little underneath. Then Meyneth and Zanza over there, always next to each other and locked in battle." Zelos pauses, lowers his hand. Breathes out a puff of air and leans back on his palms, eyes fixed on the stars, laughing and teasing without any real bite to it. "Architect, what the hell's up with your skies? I can't imagine it any differently than this!"