Somehow, the way Sheena's words break and stutter at the end is enough to rip Zelos' anger away from his chest and out into the air in a harsh exhale through grit teeth. When he breathes in, shame and confusion fill his lungs instead, and he tries his damn best to keep his face and posture calm and stable, if slightly annoyed, but the dreamspace betrays him anyway.
The mists surrounding them both turn grayer, and slowly, like a heartbeat, the green of the glass floor underneath them loses its light, shutting down and graying out as well. Still making eye contact with Sheena, Zelos can only see out of the corner of his eye as the statues begin to shatter and dust away, carried by a wind that spreads the mists between driver and blade.
Zelos sighs. Steels his expression, bites foreign and familiar grief down, allows it to be consumed by that confusion and shame from earlier instead. He blinks, relaxes, and asks, "You put a lot of faith in him, huh."
That's all he says. Something small and quiet in the wind, vulnerable only in the realm of dreams. Zelos tilts his head, face blank and voice even, calm. "He must've hurt you."
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The mists surrounding them both turn grayer, and slowly, like a heartbeat, the green of the glass floor underneath them loses its light, shutting down and graying out as well. Still making eye contact with Sheena, Zelos can only see out of the corner of his eye as the statues begin to shatter and dust away, carried by a wind that spreads the mists between driver and blade.
Zelos sighs. Steels his expression, bites foreign and familiar grief down, allows it to be consumed by that confusion and shame from earlier instead. He blinks, relaxes, and asks, "You put a lot of faith in him, huh."
That's all he says. Something small and quiet in the wind, vulnerable only in the realm of dreams. Zelos tilts his head, face blank and voice even, calm. "He must've hurt you."