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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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~.