And that's about when Zelos's expression, fairly amicable up until this point, falters.

She has to know at least part of the truth, if she bothered tracking him down to ask. But Zelos can't tell how much she knows. It probably depends on who told her, but there isn't a way to find out without admitting that she's right.

Dammit. One reprieve. One fresh start. Was that really too much to ask for?

"It doesn't matter anymore, does it?" Zelos picks up the mug again, just to give himself something to do. "Not while we're stuck here. Who'd you talk to? Raine?"