[A self-satisfied look hinges on his face, and only after he lets it linger for a full three seconds does he bother taking a step forward. He gestures, arms extended, as if conceding the point with some modicum of grace.]
Zelos. [He repeats, though whether it's to commit the name to memory, or just to see how it rolls off of his tongue, is up for debate.] I suppose since you're being so stubborn about it, I've no reason to tell you no.
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Zelos. [He repeats, though whether it's to commit the name to memory, or just to see how it rolls off of his tongue, is up for debate.] I suppose since you're being so stubborn about it, I've no reason to tell you no.