13th Combo - [Video]

[redcladidealist]

[A letter. That's what Lloyd had come home to. A letter. A letter and a suddenly empty apartment, all of Zelos's things just... gone. Lloyd stands there, still numbly holding the letter. Things had been strained between them ever since he'd found out. Found out that Zelos was dead. And how. Why. But he hadn't seen this coming.

Moved out.

Gone.

His thoughts feel broken and stilted. Zelos was gone.

Squeezing his eyes shut, the teen drops heavily into a chair.]

Dammit...

[For a long time all he does is just sit there, too many emotions lodged in his throat and his head to manage anything else. Finally, he pulls his Dreamberry out. He probably looks as bad as he feels - guilty, miserable. Angry. - but he honestly doesn't care. He needs to say something, even if it's stupid and childish.]

Somebody hit Zelos when you see him.

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[redcladidealist]

I was giving him time to himself!

[Sort of. Except whenever they were in the same room, things were still stiff and tense. And maybe he'd tried a few more times to convince Zelos he should change his mind. But there was still plenty of time when he didn't!]

He just used it to pack!

[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

I-I mean, a bit more than a few days though...

[An angry Lloyd was not one he wanted to see so he's not really looking at the screen anymore]

[redcladidealist]

Why would he need time anyway? He's not the one who k... [The word sticks in his throat.] He says he's just fine with what happened to him!

[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

[......E-Eh?]

B-But still, to have something like that broadcasted to everyone... It's painful.

[redcladidealist]

He sure didn't act like it hurt. He said he wanted to die, Emil! He told me to let it go!

[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

[Looking away from the screen a bit again at the yelling]

... I-I know.

[redcladidealist]

[Sorry, Emil. Lloyd's more than a bit emotionally raw right now, and he's never really been one to hold his emotions back.]

I don't even get how he expects me to let it go! He's dead because of- Because I- I can't just forget about that!

[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

I know...

[There's nothing else he can say now that he's like this so it's best to just let him rant it all out]

[redcladidealist]

[That's probably the best thing Emil can do right now. With as many other emotions as Lloyd is feeling right now, it doesn't take long for Lloyd's shoulders to slump, anger petering out.]

I don't get it. I just... don't. I don't understand what he wanted at all.

[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

[Now looking at the screen again, just thankful that the anger is subsiding, at least a little bit]

... A way out of it all. He must've just been tired.

[redcladidealist]

If he was tired, then why didn't he just sleep?

[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

T-That's not what I meant... I don't really know what happened to him but being told that it would've been better if he wasn't born like that? He probably felt like he shouldn't exist and was just... tired.

[Trying to explain this and it's kinda hard orz]

I can't really explain it.

[redcladidealist]

But that's wrong! Everyone has the right to be alive the moment they are born! He shouldn't believe that at all!

[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

I know, but it's easier said than done... I-I think that is.

[U-Ugh, this is making him remembering his own experiences in Luin]

[redcladidealist]

Then he should listen to me until he does. I'm his friend. I wouldn't lie to him about this. He's important and he should be alive.

[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

Then do it... Just, give him a bit of time first though.

[redcladidealist]

[That's not the answer Lloyd wanted - not that he knows what he wanted to hear. But he unhappily has to at least consider it.]

How much time?

[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

I-I don't really know... A day or two? Not too long but long enough, maybe?

[redcladidealist]

[...people don't move out all their things when they just need a day or two. But Lloyd is going to conveniently ignore that fact. He greatly prefers Emil's guess.]

A day or two... Got it. [He doesn't like it, but he's got it. Grudgingly-] I guess I can leave him alone that long.