[It was, of course, no surprise that he liked Lacus. Hell, it seemed obvious to everyone but Lockon, until recently.
And Lockon was with Setsuna up until he brought up the organization, and the comment that followed. His expression hardened, and if he had the can in his hand, it might be wrinkled with the tension in his arms.
He did not just say that. He did not just single-handedly put a wrench in the gears of this otherwise pleasant hangout time. Lockon anticipated a reaction, but nothing this... ignorant.]
Do you think that matters to me? She's not from our world, and she has her own problems. I'd rather her not get embroiled in what parts of our conflict have managed to.... to... bleed over into Marina.
["Do as you please with her"? Standing up, hands firm at his sides.] I don't care if you treat her like a Meister or not, but you will not talk about her like she's some... call girl!
[He spat those last words out, having to take a deep breath so he didn't snarl. Lockon snaps his head away, suddenly very fixed on the carpet several yards to his right side.] She loves me for who I am, and doesn't begrudge me who I was, or what I've done.
She... understands us more than you probably think she might. I'm just a little-- [Closing his eyes, and turning his head back to face Setsuna. When he opened them again, the earlier flicker of anger had disappeared, replaced with a faint sadness.] No, I'm very disappointed that you don't want to give her a chance.