[Ah. There's the more serious side of things, and the smirk fades from Zelos' face until really it's just a shadow of what had been there before. Even still, he takes a step closer again, waiting until he's right beside him to fall back into a seat at the edge of the side of the bed again.]

You don't remember? [He's not surprised, and in fact wouldn't be surprised if Jack never had. He picked up enough on things to know he had been invisible to most for years. To know that he was chosen for this... spirit thing, possibly? But he couldn't know anything more than vague guesses like that.]

I've never had one. [It's sudden, honest, and maybe surprising to hear (or is it?), but Zelos spits it out rather easily, leaning back on his hands with a casual glance across the room. Anywhere he can focus his eyes that isn't a person.]

I mean, if we're talking about serious stuff. Feelings and attachment and not just one night flings with noblewomen who wanted something from me or who I needed favors of... [That sounds pretty bad, but it is that bad. So.]

...Hah, I can't believe I'm talking about this. [Raising one of his hands, he sits up straight again and presses the palm of his hand to his face, lowering his head a bit.] Look, I'm not-- I didn't mean to--

[HOW DOES HE WORD THIS. ...Honesty. Honesty, he supposes, is working... decently.]

I thought I was going to die. I could go off and betray the Project Head, get in my last attempt, be killed once and for all... I wouldn't have to be the Chosen One anymore. My sister would get the title, hell, the world would probably be better off, I wouldn't go through with any of those bad ideas I had back at home... [He trails off. It makes sense, right? He just said it to get it off his chest. He didn't mean to press Jack with obligation to respond to it (even if he is questioning him now, isn't he? he's just so needy, he knows, he's curious and lonely and is that so wrong...)]

I was just trying to... run away, I guess. You don't have to worry about me.