Oh, he can feel the sharp, acidic mixture of emotion in their link. The sheer strength of it combined with the tone of her voice is enough to send a shiver down his spine, the reality of what he's done crashing against him all of a sudden, but he manages to keep at least some control over his expression and body language and pretend that it doesn't even bother him at all.
Keep it cool, Zelos. Keep calm.
"It's a memory of yours," he says instead of answering, gesturing around with one hand while the other settles on top of his core crystal. The sunrise in the horizon continues its ascent, slow. "It got stored in my core after we made contact in the castle. It's intrusive."
He gets stuck there. The easy, casual expression he'd kept over his twisted grin is replaced with a sharp look instead, his words shaped like a weapon raised to combat Sheena's own. Zelos tenses unconsciously, tries as hard as he can to control himself from trembling or show any of his discomfort. His driver is so angry, but it's too late to back down, so let her. Because something new and urgent in Zelos wants him to try and fight back, to stand his ground instead of cower or deflect, to get answers to questions he's thought about ever since he saw this memory play out before his eyes.
The memory of his mirror's laughter comes back to mind. Around them, as the sun rises and without Zelos noticing it, his will on the dreamspace makes it so droplets of red spread on the grass.
"Well, I guess it's about time we talked about this, huh?" Zelos spits. He plasters a smirk on his face and tilts his head to look down his nose at his driver. "I mean, how would you feel if you found out the person you're bound to killed you in another world?"
GREAT SHE KINDA TAUGHT HIM TO TRY AND STAND HIS GROUND
Keep it cool, Zelos. Keep calm.
"It's a memory of yours," he says instead of answering, gesturing around with one hand while the other settles on top of his core crystal. The sunrise in the horizon continues its ascent, slow. "It got stored in my core after we made contact in the castle. It's intrusive."
He gets stuck there. The easy, casual expression he'd kept over his twisted grin is replaced with a sharp look instead, his words shaped like a weapon raised to combat Sheena's own. Zelos tenses unconsciously, tries as hard as he can to control himself from trembling or show any of his discomfort. His driver is so angry, but it's too late to back down, so let her. Because something new and urgent in Zelos wants him to try and fight back, to stand his ground instead of cower or deflect, to get answers to questions he's thought about ever since he saw this memory play out before his eyes.
The memory of his mirror's laughter comes back to mind. Around them, as the sun rises and without Zelos noticing it, his will on the dreamspace makes it so droplets of red spread on the grass.
"Well, I guess it's about time we talked about this, huh?" Zelos spits. He plasters a smirk on his face and tilts his head to look down his nose at his driver. "I mean, how would you feel if you found out the person you're bound to killed you in another world?"