[That's the smile. It's not a very big one, but it's one Zelos only ever sees when they're alone. It's that smile that makes him want to trust Yuan, because it looks like Yuan's smiling against his better judgment. Sure, there's no logic there, but as far as Zelos is concerned there doesn't need to be.
With his own smile, and in an echo of Yuan's words from months earlier:] I'm holding you to that.
[Zelos won't tell the guards about Yuan's sword or his strength. He wasn't going to anyway, but now it feels more like a pact. Something that's theirs, and theirs alone. Not tainted by Chosen status, not political, not a ploy. Something honest.]
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With his own smile, and in an echo of Yuan's words from months earlier:] I'm holding you to that.
[Zelos won't tell the guards about Yuan's sword or his strength. He wasn't going to anyway, but now it feels more like a pact. Something that's theirs, and theirs alone. Not tainted by Chosen status, not political, not a ploy. Something honest.]
Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. Have you met the Pope?