[He's not certain what made him check the network as he locked up GV for the night but he couldn't look away when he recognized the scene. He'd heard what happened, from Sheena, from others in Mizuho, but seeing it, especially through a young Sheena's eyes...
And then the memory ends, and all that's left is a scared little girl, crying for her people. His friend, broken down in sorrow.
Mouth pressed into a thin line, Zelos puts his SFC in his pocket and all reservations with it. Sheena needs someone now and he can put aside everything else for the time being, all the complications and twists and bends of their interactions, to be a shoulder. A rock. Something solid she can beat or cry on or scream injustices at until she's hoarse.
Because it's better than being alone with your memories.
He takes off towards her apartment, having found where she was staying within a month of her moving in. He keeps tabs periodically; it's how he'd known to bring her and Colette to Ordo when they'd fallen into comas. It's simply for her safety, obviously. He knows Sheena can handle herself when necessary, he does know that, but what with murderers sometimes running around the bubble and curses messing with their heads and occasionally bodies? It's better to keep an eye.
He flies there. It's fairly uncommon for him to do so, not really liking his wings or what they stand for (though he does resort to showing them off here in the bubble sometimes; virtually no one is familiar with Cruxis and they just see it as something pretty and diverting.) but he feels he needs to get there as soon as possible. Before Sheena again internalizes the memory, lets herself believe she's useless like she used to. She'd improved so much over their journey, had gained that confidence back, even faced her fear and triumphed over Volt. He would hate to see her lose it.
There's a quiet rap on her window when he arrives, caught in silhouette under the dim filtered light of the bubble and the light from his own wings. He wants to help - whether he can or not being what's in question - but first she has to let him in.]
Action/after waking
And then the memory ends, and all that's left is a scared little girl, crying for her people. His friend, broken down in sorrow.
Mouth pressed into a thin line, Zelos puts his SFC in his pocket and all reservations with it. Sheena needs someone now and he can put aside everything else for the time being, all the complications and twists and bends of their interactions, to be a shoulder. A rock. Something solid she can beat or cry on or scream injustices at until she's hoarse.
Because it's better than being alone with your memories.
He takes off towards her apartment, having found where she was staying within a month of her moving in. He keeps tabs periodically; it's how he'd known to bring her and Colette to Ordo when they'd fallen into comas. It's simply for her safety, obviously. He knows Sheena can handle herself when necessary, he does know that, but what with murderers sometimes running around the bubble and curses messing with their heads and occasionally bodies? It's better to keep an eye.
He flies there. It's fairly uncommon for him to do so, not really liking his wings or what they stand for (though he does resort to showing them off here in the bubble sometimes; virtually no one is familiar with Cruxis and they just see it as something pretty and diverting.) but he feels he needs to get there as soon as possible. Before Sheena again internalizes the memory, lets herself believe she's useless like she used to. She'd improved so much over their journey, had gained that confidence back, even faced her fear and triumphed over Volt. He would hate to see her lose it.
There's a quiet rap on her window when he arrives, caught in silhouette under the dim filtered light of the bubble and the light from his own wings. He wants to help - whether he can or not being what's in question - but first she has to let him in.]