[A short laugh.] Yep. Two of them. That's why Nethan won't leave the hall. They really don't like being wrong.

[Or maybe they just don't like being told they're wrong. Zelos hasn't figured out which it is yet. The idea that the guards in question might actually have a point doesn't look like it even occurs to him.

He takes the chair gratefully, chooses to ignore that Yuan sounded a little bitter when he spoke, and doesn't choose to feel a whole load of surprise when he finally works out that Yuan's talking about the sword. Zelos straightens up -- carefully, arm in sling still tucked against his chest -- and not-so-subtly scans for the wing pack.] You mean you'll show it to me again?