[ How the hell he had found out, she had no idea, but she can probably guess: Orochi. Next time, she's not going to tell him what she's up to. As touching as his concern for her is, it sometimes makes things worse.

Like right now.

Zelos should have known better than to tell her to run away and leave him there alone to fight. If he's not going to let her get away with doing it, then why should she?

Those same hands that had taken out their enemies are gentle as they continue holding him and brushing back his hair as her eyes look over him, cataloging his injuries and trying not to show how worried she is. This is bad, very bad. ]

You have some weird definitions of what's "cool", you Stupid Chosen.

[ Still the same insults, but they've taken on a whole new meaning between them now.

She holds him as he coughs, using her obi to wipe away the blood. ]

Try not to talk, Zelos. [ She looks around. ] We've got to get you someplace where you can rest.