Jerk
DISCLAIMER: Baten Kaitos © Bamco, Monolith Soft, tri-Crescendo. This story is mine.
(I'll tap into your strength – Never do that again, I am so serious.)
Kalas and Xelha stood for a long time with hands outstretched, but nothing happened.
"Er… is something wrong? Can't you transfer back?" Kalas asked hesitantly.
"(Oh, I can. I can transfer back just fine, thanks.")
"Then… uh, is there some reason you're—"
"(I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!)"
Both Kalas and Xelha winced; all the others stared. They had all heard the Guardian Spirit's voice before, from time to time; it—she?—spoke to them and aided them in combat and gave input on their problems and situations. But they'd never heard that ethereal, disembodied voice raised to quite this screeching pitch before.
"(Kalas, you DOUCHEBAG! You leave me out to dry without EVEN A THOUGHT about whether or not I can survive in this world without your help and leave all your friends to get scattered around and beaten up and try to beat us up YOURSELF and okay maybe you had your reasons and they were pretty good ones but OOOHH you little…! How can you just sit there after Xelha saved me and stayed with me and helped everybody AND THEN JUST EXPECT ME TO WELCOME YOU BACK WITH OPEN ARMS?! I WANNA SEE YOU SUFFER FIRST, YOU JERK!)"
"……Um."
"(I think I'll stay with Xelha a little longer! Maybe forever! She's much nicer than you ever were to me, and she's way cuter too! Yeah, let's see you grovel a little bit first!)"
"C-come on, it's really not that bad to be back with Kalas, is it?" Xelha offered tentatively, a bit red around the ears, smiling for all she was worth. "He is the one that summoned you, after all—you're probably so much more compatible with him than you are with me…"
"(Nothing doing, pal. Where's that groveling? I wanna see it.)"
Kalas heard some suspicious snickering behind him, but when he glared around at the others, they were all standing innocently with quite sympathetic expressions.