Zelos doesn't have an answer for her at first. The amicable expression slips completely off his face and leaves him looking somehow both indifferent and lost.

How often has he wanted exactly this? Someone who cares about him, not his destiny, not his duty, not his privilege or position. But it rings hollow. It feels like when Lloyd said he trusted Zelos, blissfully unaware of what Zelos was planning. It feels... wrong. Just wrong. The well-meaning insistence of someone who has no idea whatsoever what Zelos is really like.

"Why?" he asks. "We just met. You don't know anything about me. Why do you care so much?"

It doesn't sound accusatory. It sounds casual, like he's asking Pepper why she likes her favourite colour.