[center][h3]Zenoram/Zero and Hemlock[/h3][/center]

[color=92278f] “I’m glad you like it.”[/color] Zenoram beamed his expression cheerful as ever. [color=92278f]“But maybe you should try to relax.” He then added to Mithera. “You shouldn’t always have to do the flying right?”[/color] He chuckled a bit. Though if Hemlock weren’t around he wasn’t sure if there was anything that she could ride at all. Then, Zenoram thought for a moment as he listened to Karn. He had taken note of the coughing. Was he okay? He didn’t sound like it. But he would move on as Karn did. He wouldn’t dwell on something the blonde didn’t. Besides, what if it was something that made him uncomfortable. [color=92278f]“As for the villagers… Um.. I think it was something to do with my dad. I mean… Not Hemlock… My biological parents.”[/color] He said calmly. In truth for a time Zenoram had been too young to really understand it.

[color=662d91]“The village hated him.”[/color] The body spoke but it was Zero now. [color=662d91]“Normally, I’d leave Zenoram in charge, but this is a bit more serious.” [/color]He explained the change as he began to roll up the sleeves. [color=662d91]“Pops was a criminal. I don’t know if he murdered people, or stole a lot. Maybe it was both or something more. But the point was the villagers didn’t like him bein around.”[/color] He was loosening the tie now. He hated it being all tight around his neck. So restricting. [color=662d91]“But there’s always one person who can see past the wrong done before and focus on the right done now. That was mom. She helped him, they fell in love. You know the usual mushy crap."[/color] 

[color=1b1464]“The villagers never were the most open minded types.”[/color] Hemlock chimed in as he continued the smooth flight, even picking up speed a bit. 

[color=662d91]“Yeah. What he said.”[/color] Zero continued the story. [color=662d91]“You know when people hate one thing, it’ll just spread to another, so long as the other things is related or affiliated somehow. Irrational yes, but that’s just how people are. Irrational.” [/color]His gaze was much more fierce and serious than that of Zenoram. He’d already unbuttoned the top button and untucked the shirt. He was more comfortable now. [color=662d91]“The hate for father spread to mother, and when I was born… You get the picture.”[/color] He began to chuckle a bit. [color=662d91]“Poor Zenoram. Had no idea what was going on when his dad died. Of course, nobody knew how or why. Nobody tried to help. You know what I mean right? Oh and then mom went. She got sick, but fuck the lover of the hated criminal.”[/color] He sighed as he looked from Karn to Mithera. 

[color=662d91]“Zenoram was alone. It was traumatizing, but that trauma didn’t go very far. He still tried to be nice. Kill ‘em with kindness kinda thing. I mean… You can tell the guy isn’t the type to hurt someone. So… I don’t know how it works. He was being bullied. He needed to fight back… Or at least survive. So… snap.”[/color] He whispered the final word pantomiming breaking something in half. [color=662d91]“Mr. Brain played a little trick and I ended up takin over. Beat the shit outta a couple lowlife brats, and went home. I exist to keep Zenoram safe. He exists to carry on the life left to him by his parents.”[/color] He stopped. [color=662d91]“If either of you try to hug me I’m throwin you off the dragon.”[/color] There it was. The strangely sentimental moment which could happen was immediately shot down. Zero wasn’t the type. He didn’t even care much for the story. [color=662d91]“Oh… Then they tried to feed us to the big guy here. Guess that didn’t work out the way they planned.”[/color] He laughed as he pat Hemlocks back. 

[color=1b1464]“Where did you say you were going on?”[/color] Hemlock asked just to be sure. He was going in the right direction he knew, but he didn’t wanna over shoot it.