They could start by keeping her away from this crew. [It's not safe to let himself rage like this, but he's been holding himself through past losses despite the hurt he felt. Kouha, Luke and the others... and now this. It's the straw on the camel's back because he knows she's dead, and that nothing will make it right.
There's no second chance. No way to save her. He whirls on Zelos, eyes sharp and furious.]
Xion didn't deserve to die that way. I'm not going to work with her killer.
So what are you going to do about it? Challenge Honey to a fight? Attack her when her back is turned?
[Guy is mad. Hurt. What are they all supposed to do when they feel so helpless? The instructors won't clarify and they won't handle this with maturity, refusing to address the crew as a solidified front and talking crap about one another as it pleases them. There is nothing offered on this ship, but pain and the opportunity to wallow in it. It's a dull ache to watch, one Zelos has become familiar with over all his years; people hurt. That's what living is.
He can't take it away from those around him no matter how much he wants to.]
[He wishes he had a retort ready. That he had some idea of what to do, of how to right what was wrong. But Guy has nothing save for his anger, and he knows it. He looks down at the ground, fists tightening.]
I don't know. [He doesn't want to admit it. There has to be something he can do.] I can't-- I can't do any of that. But there's got to be something I can do.
[Zelos lets his eyes wander, turning his face away. He doesn't like to see Guy like this. It feels...unkind. But he also understands someone has to see this. To know Guy's feelings, that there's a man in there under all the smiles and charm. Someone should value Guy.]
Did you do anything for her? A memorial or a prayer. Something.
[He looks back, dropping his arms.]
There'll be chances to deal with Honey in time. Why are you letting her pull your focus away from what's important?
Not yet. [He hasn't shifted through his grief enough to think on what he should do next. Doing something to remember her by would make the loss easier to bear. He understands that.
But Guy's only human. There's a limit to how well he can keep his emotions on a leash, how much he can shove below before it begins bubbling to the surface. It'd been like this when he saw Luke and his friends again. He'd been careful, then, to keep the pain to himself, in a time and place where no one else could share it, because it was his. It was much too raw and personal to bare.
He doesn't want to be seen in this way, but he knows it's too late to wish for if onlys. His shoulders slump, and he leans against the table.]
No you won't. [The words are authoritative, but his tone is only tired.] But there's nothing wrong with that.
[Uncharacteristically he hunches his shoulders. He feels rather asinine right now. Not turning away in shame is proving quite the challenge. He hadn't thought of Guy's personal feelings. Or more... If he had he wouldn't have come believing distance from himself could only be a good thing at a time like this. Now... He doesn't know. Did he help? Did he make it worse? Should he have thought to come here to support Guy in this kind of way all along? It's strange to be in this position. Normally...
He'd have simply walked away and let a better person handle it.]
Well, well... God must surely be crying. [Yeah right. But it would be nice to think so, wouldn't it.] Why don't you tell me how you two met.
You don't have to tell me these things. [He's heard it so many times. It's part of the Score, it's Lorelei's will... they were repeated so many times by the same old people that the words rung like empty platitudes. He had no patience for them. It still pricks at him even now, but he understands the sentiment behind what Zelos is saying.]
She was part of our batch. [Those who woke up on Selena, who would later find themselves transported straight to the Neheda.] We met at one of the clubs while we were both trying to figure out what was going on. You know, the one you and I started the fight in.
...? [It's surprising how that throws him off. But when he thinks about it...] Oh. Right you wouldn't-- it's a compliment. The Goddess only ever grieved a certain kind of person in the stories.
[A certain specific person. Not for the the priests. The people. Her Chosen. But there was never anyone to do the crying to begin with. Straightening he heads over to take a seat at the table.]
Do you make all your friends in bars? You're showing a trend, Hero.
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There's no second chance. No way to save her. He whirls on Zelos, eyes sharp and furious.]
Xion didn't deserve to die that way. I'm not going to work with her killer.
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[Guy is mad. Hurt. What are they all supposed to do when they feel so helpless? The instructors won't clarify and they won't handle this with maturity, refusing to address the crew as a solidified front and talking crap about one another as it pleases them. There is nothing offered on this ship, but pain and the opportunity to wallow in it. It's a dull ache to watch, one Zelos has become familiar with over all his years; people hurt. That's what living is.
He can't take it away from those around him no matter how much he wants to.]
She's not a problem that's just going to go away.
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I don't know. [He doesn't want to admit it. There has to be something he can do.] I can't-- I can't do any of that. But there's got to be something I can do.
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Did you do anything for her? A memorial or a prayer. Something.
[He looks back, dropping his arms.]
There'll be chances to deal with Honey in time. Why are you letting her pull your focus away from what's important?
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But Guy's only human. There's a limit to how well he can keep his emotions on a leash, how much he can shove below before it begins bubbling to the surface. It'd been like this when he saw Luke and his friends again. He'd been careful, then, to keep the pain to himself, in a time and place where no one else could share it, because it was his. It was much too raw and personal to bare.
He doesn't want to be seen in this way, but he knows it's too late to wish for if onlys. His shoulders slump, and he leans against the table.]
... thanks, for coming over. I'll be fine.
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[Uncharacteristically he hunches his shoulders. He feels rather asinine right now. Not turning away in shame is proving quite the challenge. He hadn't thought of Guy's personal feelings. Or more... If he had he wouldn't have come believing distance from himself could only be a good thing at a time like this. Now... He doesn't know. Did he help? Did he make it worse? Should he have thought to come here to support Guy in this kind of way all along? It's strange to be in this position. Normally...
He'd have simply walked away and let a better person handle it.]
Well, well... God must surely be crying. [Yeah right. But it would be nice to think so, wouldn't it.] Why don't you tell me how you two met.
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She was part of our batch. [Those who woke up on Selena, who would later find themselves transported straight to the Neheda.] We met at one of the clubs while we were both trying to figure out what was going on. You know, the one you and I started the fight in.
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[A certain specific person. Not for the the priests. The people. Her Chosen. But there was never anyone to do the crying to begin with. Straightening he heads over to take a seat at the table.]
Do you make all your friends in bars? You're showing a trend, Hero.
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Maybe. I've been running into all sorts of shady people since I've been recruited. Maybe I'm becoming one myself.
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[It's a joke, light, teasing just the slightest. He looks at nothing in particular before flicking his gaze back to Guy.]
So. You picked up a kid in a bar...? You really have a knack for getting into troublesome situations~.