"Oh, yeah? You were gonna realize he was a traitor?" Zelos asks, hands balled into fists as he looks up to meet Sheena's gaze. Sharp anger ping-pongs between them both, grief blooming from within Sheena and rooting itself in Zelos' own core. And with it, suddenly, like a flickering fire, a desire to hurt rises up his throat. A desire to release this rage somehow, to get answers in the only way he knows how.

So Zelos scoffs at her, grins sharply as he glares, lets his face turn cruel. "That's so stupid. What was he to you, anyway? To you and Lloyd both? 'Cause what I'm gettin' here is that he was a big, good for nothing traitor who played you like a damn fiddle." He laughs, shrugs. "You sound like you deluding yourself."