[He actually looks over when Jack comments on the situation with his sister. He'd noticed something before, at the mere mention of a sister, but then this... It's just something that he sort of files away in the back of his mind without really realizing it, blinking and frowning and immediately shoving away the idea that his sister could even need him around. Want him around...
But he holds it back just for a moment, because suddenly the cold presence next to him is now leaning against him, shoulder to shoulder, and the chill that runs through him is nothing unpleasant at all. Even as he stiffens in the surprise of it, glances down at his own lap, awkwardly still before he relaxes a bit himself and leaves it at that as well.
Physical contact at all from this guy is something he had certainly noticed wasn't just passed out. Wasn't anything he even seemed used to.
The cold feels nice in contrast to his own warmth. A refreshing reminder that he is here, after all. Sitting next to Jack. Not dead, and... still human, at the end of it all. Maybe it's not so bad.]
You're too modest. [Simply, he replies like that, thinking. Clearly Jack had some issues with not being seen for years on years, and Zelos feels that in a backwards sort of way he can relate. Being known by everyone in title and title alone, all these expectations and responsibilities and nothing personal at all... It's strange how things can compare.
But all of that aside... Jack's a great guy. One always trying to do the right thing, helping out others, making things better for others, putting the worries of himself aside-- Zelos has noticed all of that. Who couldn't? He's not the corny type to exactly list all of these things off in succession or anything, but that doesn't mean he can't mention it vaguely like this.] Even barely knowing what you've been through, seeing the things you do and the way you care about people... [Not to mention all of the more personal areas he'd hit.] You're amazing.
[WELL NOW that was the corniest thing he'd said in a while, but he says it so casually he can make it look... simple and true.
And just like that, he's moving on back to the old, first topic. Finally looking up from his lap and to Jack next to him.]
I'm not like that. I could never be like that. [Even now he can't help the way his mind flashes back to that time. Being young, playing in the snow-- the rush of red and the look on his mother's face as she fell and grabbed him. The feelings in his stomach as she told him how worthless he was.
The look of Seles' mother after that, before she was executed. She had wanted him dead.
And so maybe emotion slips through a bit more as he tries to emphasize this.]
You don't understand how my entire life has ruined my sister's. She hates me. [She has to...] She should have been the Chosen.
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But he holds it back just for a moment, because suddenly the cold presence next to him is now leaning against him, shoulder to shoulder, and the chill that runs through him is nothing unpleasant at all. Even as he stiffens in the surprise of it, glances down at his own lap, awkwardly still before he relaxes a bit himself and leaves it at that as well.
Physical contact at all from this guy is something he had certainly noticed wasn't just passed out. Wasn't anything he even seemed used to.
The cold feels nice in contrast to his own warmth. A refreshing reminder that he is here, after all. Sitting next to Jack. Not dead, and... still human, at the end of it all. Maybe it's not so bad.]
You're too modest. [Simply, he replies like that, thinking. Clearly Jack had some issues with not being seen for years on years, and Zelos feels that in a backwards sort of way he can relate. Being known by everyone in title and title alone, all these expectations and responsibilities and nothing personal at all... It's strange how things can compare.
But all of that aside... Jack's a great guy. One always trying to do the right thing, helping out others, making things better for others, putting the worries of himself aside-- Zelos has noticed all of that. Who couldn't? He's not the corny type to exactly list all of these things off in succession or anything, but that doesn't mean he can't mention it vaguely like this.] Even barely knowing what you've been through, seeing the things you do and the way you care about people... [Not to mention all of the more personal areas he'd hit.] You're amazing.
[WELL NOW that was the corniest thing he'd said in a while, but he says it so casually he can make it look... simple and true.
And just like that, he's moving on back to the old, first topic. Finally looking up from his lap and to Jack next to him.]
I'm not like that. I could never be like that. [Even now he can't help the way his mind flashes back to that time. Being young, playing in the snow-- the rush of red and the look on his mother's face as she fell and grabbed him. The feelings in his stomach as she told him how worthless he was.
The look of Seles' mother after that, before she was executed. She had wanted him dead.
And so maybe emotion slips through a bit more as he tries to emphasize this.]
You don't understand how my entire life has ruined my sister's. She hates me. [She has to...] She should have been the Chosen.