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[As night falls and Lloyd finishes wandering around the streets of Meltokio (man, that city is a lot bigger than he imagined, though not quite as big as Welgaia, and definitely livelier and louder and full of more people who appreciate food - just because angels don't need it doesn't mean he can't enjoy it! - and just all around more fun), he almost flies back to Zelos' mansion before remembering that it's probably a bad idea to do that.

While he promised that he wouldn't get too distracted, he can't help it. Everything's just more colorful down here and it's been so long since he's been able to dabble in the little things. It doesn't mean that he's forgotten what he needs to do down here; if he can navigate this world and figure out a way to prevent Zelos from completing his transformation, he should be set. Right?

The angel exchanges small talk with Sheena when he arrives. While she doesn't seem too happy to be accompanying the oh so popular Chosen, he can pick up genuine concern from her. He dodges all the questions about his origins with his usual grace (in other words, close to none) and bids her goodnight.

The little one wishes him goodnight when he passes and leaves it at that.

Lloyd appreciates the room he's given, but decides to spend the evening on the balcony, waiting for the Chosen to come home. He sits on the railing, letting night cloak him as he watches the courtyard.]

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[He nods his understanding.] I could see why you might miss it, then. Or just the things about being here, if not the place itself.

[His gaze turns towards the sky.] Are you scared at all?

Nah.

[ He looks up too. ] It's no big deal.

I never thought I'd ever hear someone describe it like that.

There's always been a Chosen. The Chosen always goes on a journey... Either they succeed and become an angel, or they fail and die pretty messily. If you break it down into simple truths it's not that bad.

Well, neither of them have a very-- happy ending. I guess you could say it's "not that bad" if you're comparing it to some other stuff, but for the Chosen themselves...

[He smiles.] You must be pretty brave, then.

Dunno. Becoming an Angel's been so hyped up it must be something amazing. The Chosen should get something out of this whole thing.

Wait-- don't you know...?

Do you know what happens at the end of your journey?

[ the jovial air immediately drops. His tone stays light, airy, but there's an edge to it. ]

I'm more interested to know how you know.

I've-- been a guardian to someone who's been a Chosen before.

[ His eyes narrow. ] Are you a half-elf?

No. [His brow furrows.] Would that have been a problem?

Is it a problem if it's a problem?

I'd like to keep this as problem-free as possible.

I'm going to make one thing clear to you: these subjects? Off limits. Now we're going to go back and act like the best of friends and come morning this never happened.

[Frowning, Lloyd tries to catch Zelos' gaze, tries to gauge his expression.

He doesn't really have a choice in the matter, though, does he?] Alright. Can I at least ask why?

Not in this lifetime.

[He clicks his tongue and shrugs. There won't be another lifetime to ask, he thinks, but he'll leave it alone for now.] Alright, alright.

Are you ready to head back in yet?

My good mood's pretty much shot. Might as well end on a low note.

[He just tilts his head at the Chosen.] Doesn't really answer my question.

[Takes a hesitant step back towards the mansion.]

Yeah, yeah. Let's go.

[He remains quiet for a few moments, then:]

Hey, uh... I'm sorry if I said anything upsetting back there.

Whatever. It didn't happen.

If you say so.

[Nope, not letting it rest.] If you have a problem with me, you can just say so.

[ Not going to answer, just going to open the door and give him a two-fingered salute. ]

Goodnight. [ annnd shutting it in his face. ]

He-- [Before he can finish that sentiment, the door cuts him off.

Grumbling and cursing under his breath, Lloyd dances outside the door for a good while, stamping his feet like a child. Oh Mithos, if only you could see him now.

With a loud sigh, he decides to come back in the way he left and jumps back onto the balcony.]