He draws a sharp breath, holds it. Takes his wide eyes off his mirror's face and lets them fall onto the glass floor, lost and unfocused in his horror as Sheena's words settle in his core and repeat themselves ad infinitum. The emotional link trembles with each iteration. It... tracks, kind of. Makes sense. Because really, how else would Wilder have achieved what he wanted but by forcing their hands, right? Suddenly the pain and grief makes sense. The little fucker really did use these people for his goals.
They're not so different, huh.
Prickling anger makes him shake. Whatever Cruxis is Zelos doesn't know, but the way that Sheena says it, the way the word's dragged out of her mouth, it easily makes it seem like an enemy. And Colette... Zelos logically knows that this isn't his fellow Aegis that Sheena speaks of, but the similar name still throws him off regardless. So his mirror handed his Colette over to the enemy, then left the stage without dealing with his own actions by killing himself. Left two people obviously grieving. Left, like a goddamned coward.
The idea of sharing anything with his mirror suddenly fills him with disgust.
"He betrayed you," Zelos abruptly spits. It's more like a statement to the air than a question, with raw, shaking fury strumming at their emotional link as the rest of the statues in the scene disappear in clouds of dust. The mists surrounding the area begin to move in a circle around them both, slowly gaining traction and speed, though the statues left remain immobile--there's only three left, reflections of people Zelos knows. The only people he could care about in this scene.
His mirror still grins, laughter in his tired eyes and bloodied mouth.
So Zelos laughs right back. "What a goddamn coward, huh? Look at him. He's pathetic."
Man he's having a fucking awful time
Zelos stumbles back a step.
He draws a sharp breath, holds it. Takes his wide eyes off his mirror's face and lets them fall onto the glass floor, lost and unfocused in his horror as Sheena's words settle in his core and repeat themselves ad infinitum. The emotional link trembles with each iteration. It... tracks, kind of. Makes sense. Because really, how else would Wilder have achieved what he wanted but by forcing their hands, right? Suddenly the pain and grief makes sense. The little fucker really did use these people for his goals.
They're not so different, huh.
Prickling anger makes him shake. Whatever Cruxis is Zelos doesn't know, but the way that Sheena says it, the way the word's dragged out of her mouth, it easily makes it seem like an enemy. And Colette... Zelos logically knows that this isn't his fellow Aegis that Sheena speaks of, but the similar name still throws him off regardless. So his mirror handed his Colette over to the enemy, then left the stage without dealing with his own actions by killing himself. Left two people obviously grieving. Left, like a goddamned coward.
The idea of sharing anything with his mirror suddenly fills him with disgust.
"He betrayed you," Zelos abruptly spits. It's more like a statement to the air than a question, with raw, shaking fury strumming at their emotional link as the rest of the statues in the scene disappear in clouds of dust. The mists surrounding the area begin to move in a circle around them both, slowly gaining traction and speed, though the statues left remain immobile--there's only three left, reflections of people Zelos knows. The only people he could care about in this scene.
His mirror still grins, laughter in his tired eyes and bloodied mouth.
So Zelos laughs right back. "What a goddamn coward, huh? Look at him. He's pathetic."