[What the hell was that? She'd seen the mentions of the cannons in what she'd read, hadn't liked the comparisons to the mana cannon's usage during the ancient war, but the reality of it - a mana cannon powered by one person's pain and suffering - is so much worse. Sheena leans her head forward, tenting her hands behind it and pressing down to get the nausea under control. This is awful. She's going to find whoever did that to Zelos and tear them apart with her bare hands.
The anger helps, gives her something else to focus on, and she uses it to pull herself out, unfolding slowly from her curled position as she gets to her feet, only a little shaky. Sheena looks up to catch his eye, to say-- something, but the lost look on his face kills her words before she even starts to put them together. She's not sure she's ever seen Zelos look so vulnerable, and it frightens her a little. Did he see that too, or something from her memories, instead? Neither of those options sound great right now, not with what she's had on her mind.
The way his fear mingles with her own reminds her that they're linked now, though, and she tentatively tries to push something better his way. It's not much, shaken and inexperienced with resonance as she is, just a cloud of "I won't let that happen again" and attempted comfort, but it's a start, she thinks, as she tries to couple it with a smile that's too hesitant and shaky to be as encouraging as she wanted it to be. Maybe. Hopefully.]
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The anger helps, gives her something else to focus on, and she uses it to pull herself out, unfolding slowly from her curled position as she gets to her feet, only a little shaky. Sheena looks up to catch his eye, to say-- something, but the lost look on his face kills her words before she even starts to put them together. She's not sure she's ever seen Zelos look so vulnerable, and it frightens her a little. Did he see that too, or something from her memories, instead? Neither of those options sound great right now, not with what she's had on her mind.
The way his fear mingles with her own reminds her that they're linked now, though, and she tentatively tries to push something better his way. It's not much, shaken and inexperienced with resonance as she is, just a cloud of "I won't let that happen again" and attempted comfort, but it's a start, she thinks, as she tries to couple it with a smile that's too hesitant and shaky to be as encouraging as she wanted it to be. Maybe. Hopefully.]