[Zelos's head flops to the side when Yuan drifts over, but it's not precisely an acknowledgement. It's a centre toward a moving thing, like a sunflower turning to face the sun -- it doesn't come with any conscious awareness.
Yes.
Yes!
Yes.
None of them have that inaudible echo. With a sigh, Zelos nods instead. Yes. He gets it. He'll play along. As hard as it is to think right now, he will admit that spending the afternoon fighting was loads better than sitting by himself doing nothing. Even if the admittance is only useful to himself.
Why is it so hot out here?
With a start, Zelos sits up. Now that had the echo. How? What did he do? Does he not have to be trying?]
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Yes.
Yes!
Yes.
None of them have that inaudible echo. With a sigh, Zelos nods instead. Yes. He gets it. He'll play along. As hard as it is to think right now, he will admit that spending the afternoon fighting was loads better than sitting by himself doing nothing. Even if the admittance is only useful to himself.
Why is it so hot out here?
With a start, Zelos sits up. Now that had the echo. How? What did he do? Does he not have to be trying?]