It's that laugh that pulls Zelos out of his isolated reverie, at least. The laugh accompanied by sharp misery and anxiety, coming together into a concoction of horror in his core that's steadily flowing from his driver. The Aegis struggles to reign it in as it starts mixing with his own anxiety and fear and confusion. Keep it together, keep it down. But despite her entry to the scene Zelos still can't take his eyes off his mirror's face, taking in the twists to his expression, the blood trickling down his mouth.

Zelos grumbles under his breath.

He doesn't move still, remaining stubbornly in place next to Sheena without truly acknowledging her. Her side of the link feels sick. She's uncomfortable, Zelos can tell. He feels a little bad cornering her like this, but, whatever. Zelos wants answers. He needs answers. Slowly, the Aegis clenches his hands into fists, opens them. Clenches them again. One, two, three, breathe. Breathe, breathe. Fight back Sheena's influence over the dreamspace, try to keep her here as long as you can.

Keep the dreamspace up and under control.

Breathe.

"Who killed him?" Zelos abruptly asks. He doesn't gesture or point, but he knows that Sheena will be looking at the dead doppelganger on the floor, so he makes no further move other than clenching and unclenching his fists. "Why?"