Have a tired ex-whore.

[bootleg_zero]

*After a draining, intense conversation, Zero finally makes his way out of the dressing-room-within-dressing-room. He wants to leave X alone to think and he wants to get away from X to think, and maybe, he has the vague goal of finding someone he knows to talk to to distract himself.

He's still minus one arm from the elbow down, though he doesn't seem to be in any pain. After a while of wandering aimlessly, he settles down somewhere and props his back up against a wall.

He'd welcome a friend about now.*