*Malba releases a shaking breath, again concentrating on making out those words, muffled by that fucking rain. Loud, so loud... wind. Wind and rain, it... it was everywhere, wasn't it? Uncomfortable, suffocating, even.
The hybrid weakly tilts his head, attempting to get closer to Zelos. It's... it's such a goddamned frightening sensation.* --Don't... don't leave me? It's... so fucking loud. Kinda... scared, heh...-- he softly confesses, his 'voice' strained, melancholy and so fucking muffled by the sounds of that storm steadily approaching.*