Not... not going anywhere, kid. Promise. *Malba whispers, a soft frown on his lips. It's... it's a mixed feeling. He really... shouldn't say that, should he? Can he really promise the kid such a thing? Still, he... He wants to believe he can keep that promise. Desperately wants to believe.
Malba places another kiss to Zelos' head, giving the boy a loving squeeze.* Right here, kid. Right here with you. *he gently repeats.*