[He sniffs, looking up at Giotto, tears still rolling down his face. He takes a shaky breath, sniffing again, eyes going back to the ground.]
I just, I've been practicing for so long, ever since the last expedition, and... I can't even put my skills to use because it was too scary.
[Was Zelos disappointed with him? Was Reborn upset with him? What had he been doing, what was he even trying to accomplish?
He really was no good. He was no good when Reborn had met him and even after two years with him, he wasn't any better. He was no good when he'd run away from the terror birds at Last Look, and he was no good now, having been pulled away from the fight again, because he was too weak, too inexperienced, too helpless.
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I just, I've been practicing for so long, ever since the last expedition, and... I can't even put my skills to use because it was too scary.
[Was Zelos disappointed with him? Was Reborn upset with him? What had he been doing, what was he even trying to accomplish?
He really was no good. He was no good when Reborn had met him and even after two years with him, he wasn't any better. He was no good when he'd run away from the terror birds at Last Look, and he was no good now, having been pulled away from the fight again, because he was too weak, too inexperienced, too helpless.
He was no good, and he'd always be no good.
A couple of sobs escapes him.]