The moment his gaze fell upon the white blanket that covered the town, he could feel time rewind. He was taken back years, returning to when he was a child, to when he first saw snow.
It was white and beautiful.
It was red and gruesome.
His mother was there, lying on the ground in that pool of red, cursing him with her last breath.
"Zelos? Are you alright?"
Lloyd asks the question, concern and worry evident. Never had he seen such a broken look on the Chosen's face. Nor had he ever seen genuine tears fall down his cheeks.
