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]

He wants to be dead. I... I killed him in the future. And he wanted it. And he doesn't want to go back.

[chiavarone.livejournal.com]

...huh.

Why did you kill him?

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd draws in a shaky breath.]

I... I'm not really sure. I mean, I saw what Zelos dreamed, but I didn't feel it myself. I don't know what was in my head.

[His voice becomes quiet.]

He betrayed us. He sent one of my friends to die. I had to fight him to get by him to save her and I was mad and... [His voice strains, but doesn't quite break.] I killed him. He didn't want to be saved.

[chiavarone.livejournal.com]

[Another pause, then completely serious this time]

I would have done the same, Lloyd. Loyalty is very important to me. Loyalty, trust, and the family.

[redcladidealist]

It's important to me, too! But I don't want him to die! I don't want... to be the one to kill him. [He's struggling not to cry.] I don't want to have to choose.

[chiavarone.livejournal.com]

[Dino nods and there is compassion in his eyes, though the life of a mafia boss has somewhat hardened his heart to difficult choices like that]

I know.

[redcladidealist]

Damn it...

And now he says he wants to stay dead. I don't understand him. I can't. I want to change what happened.

[chiavarone.livejournal.com]

...

[Ah, what to say to the kid? Dino really strains his mind trying to find the right thing without pushing the envelope - or coming across as a hypocrite]

Give it time, my friend. Give it time.

[redcladidealist]

[It's not the answer he wants to hear, but to be honest, he doesn't know what he wants to hear. So he just nods.]

Yeah...

Thanks, Dino.

[For talking to him and being willing to listen, if for nothing else.]

[chiavarone.livejournal.com]

Sure.

And hey, if you want to come round and have a drink sometime, it'll be my treat. I'll even throw in dinner. Ahaha, I'm not sure what's edible right now outside of the sushi and rice, but I'll find something you'll like.

[redcladidealist]

[His heart's not into it yet, but he appreciates the effort enough to smile.] Hey, sushi and rice isn't that bad.

[Just don't add tomatoes and he'll probably be just fine.]

I'll come by sometime later.

[chiavarone.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Dino's a true pal. He hasn't forgotten about the tomatoes, even though as an Italian, he totally can't figure that one out]

OK, Lloyd.

I'll be here. [Smiles]

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd is so lucky to have a friend like Dino who will humor his strange food preferences. <3]

All right. See you later, then, Dino!

[He waves, then turns his Dreamberry off.]