[Yuan's determined to walk into this already expecting the worst. Fine. That's okay. Zelos will just have to carry the optimism for both of them.]
Good! Let's go.
[Nethan, who's only a few feet away on the other side of a sparring match, has already spotted them. His expression shifts from surprise to suspicion to resignation, and he moves to meet them after giving the sparring soldiers one last bit of critique Zelos can't hear.]
Chosen, this isn't --
Remember when you said Yuan should come and give you some pointers?
[Nethan frowns.] I didn't mean right this second.
Yes, you did. [Zelos steps back, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face and looking in that second very much like his father before him.] So go. Talk about fighting, or whatever you want to talk about. Be nice.
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Good! Let's go.
[Nethan, who's only a few feet away on the other side of a sparring match, has already spotted them. His expression shifts from surprise to suspicion to resignation, and he moves to meet them after giving the sparring soldiers one last bit of critique Zelos can't hear.]
Chosen, this isn't --
Remember when you said Yuan should come and give you some pointers?
[Nethan frowns.] I didn't mean right this second.
Yes, you did. [Zelos steps back, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face and looking in that second very much like his father before him.] So go. Talk about fighting, or whatever you want to talk about. Be nice.