Xerc had just reached for the doorknob when he felt Al-Cid's fingers grip his wrist. He turned and looked down at them and raised an eyebrow. They felt weird, but Xerc just chalked it up to those expensive beauty products that the young man undoubtedly used to keep his famed looks in check. He laughed a bit and turned the knob.
"You always have that swagger on. You know you don't have to be like that all the time." He nodded, giving him a little half smile before pushing into the room. He sat the busted bag against the wall and headed back toward a pile of fresh ones.
"I uh... suppose you heard Isaaru left?" He said with a sad sigh, his back turned to Al-Cid as he moved about the punching bags, looking all of them over without much of a purpose. His thoughts were elsewhere.
"Everyone has been asking me about it when they hear. I mean, I guess I can't blame them. We were 'Isaaru and Xerxes' for a long time. But I uh... I'm good. He did the right thing." He said without his voice breaking, though his fists clenched when he said that. In his head he wished Isa had just told him he didn't love him anymore and left, because then he'd be allowed to hate him. He shook his head, then just turned and hopped onto the pile of punching bags and sat down, looking at the other SeeD.