Holidays were nothing special to the Chosen. They were dull ceremonies that he was forced to attend. Nothing was ever enjoyable about them, especially to the one who was treated more like decoration than an actual person.
But this year, it would be different.
"Hey, Zelos!"
"Sorry, we're a bit late!"
"I can't believe that idiot made me wear this!"
"It could be worse, you know."
"Celebration time."
"I really hope he's prepared for us…"
"I'm certain he knows of our arrival, why else would he invite us?"
This year, it would be spent with those he could call friends.