"Don't talk like you're my sister!" he called back, shoulders tensing beneath Mithos's hold. He knew better than this... He knew better than Lloyd. He would go his own way. He would save Raine, and he would convince Mithos to set things right. Once he was with Martel again, he was sure Mithos would feel better. What Mithos needed was someone who would always be beside him, and he would be one of those people.

He wished Mithos could see that not all humans were the same, but...maybe he was right. Maybe Lloyd wasn't that different in the end.

His eyes stayed on the ground as the light enveloped them, leaning into Mithos as he spoke. Yeah, it was going to be all right. He couldn't stand listening to Lloyd, much less look him in the eye now. They were going to go far away, and he'd never see Lloyd or any of his human friends ever again. Though, when he thought about it, could he even call someone a friend if they couldn't understand something that was so important to him?

In the end, Mithos was the one - the only one - who he could call his true friend. He didn't need shallow friendships with people who wouldn't understand him or stand beside him. If Lloyd couldn't do that, there was no way any other human could.

...

"I thought we were best friends..." he whispered to neither of them in particular.