Envious. Envious of those who dare get close to you, envious of those who see your smile. Why do they deserve your attention, not Zelos?

But it's okay because they won't be here anymore. He'll get rid of their fingers that dare touch your skin, dare even breath the very same air as you.

"Shhh. Don't be scared. It's only you and me now. Nobody but me can touch-… love you like I can."

His manic eyes, his finger grazing your skin, slightly shaking as if he was in a presence of a deity.