They hadn't met in person, before. They'd hardly met on the battlefield, either, unless one counted Libra. And then, Zechs had been largely focused upon pilot 01, not 04.
He inclined his head, polite and respectful. He felt ... regret, for what these boys had gone through. Wariness, for how they'd react to him. Skepticism, for how welcoming Quatre seemed. Trust, that at least they'd do the right thing.
"I have. I'd figured you'd like to know I was on board. Given my ... past actions, it'd make sense if you want to keep tabs on me," Zechs told him, honest and calm, expression inscrutable.
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He inclined his head, polite and respectful. He felt ... regret, for what these boys had gone through. Wariness, for how they'd react to him. Skepticism, for how welcoming Quatre seemed. Trust, that at least they'd do the right thing.
"I have. I'd figured you'd like to know I was on board. Given my ... past actions, it'd make sense if you want to keep tabs on me," Zechs told him, honest and calm, expression inscrutable.