[Athrun tries his best to resist the manhandling, grasping at the hand on his collar and trying to tug it free. His grip isn't what it ought to be, but he doesn't have to act like he's just going to tolerate it quietly.]
Knock it off, Yzak.
[He manages to keep his tone just as stubbornly insistent as Yzak himself, but his thoughts are reeling. Did something happen at Orb? Lots of things have happened at Orb, but they had very little to do with him. And why wouldn't he be wearing this? Yzak was the one who wanted him to come back to ZAFT more than anyone, barring perhaps the Chairman himself. He sure loved to bring it up whenever they crossed paths.]
I was with ZAFT... you know that. [He literally fled with the FAITH pin still on, since he wasn't even given time to change before the soldiers came for him, so he's sure it's still at his collar. He can feel the metal brushing against his hand where he wrestles against Yzak's, like it exists to mock him now.] What else do you expect me to wear?
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Knock it off, Yzak.
[He manages to keep his tone just as stubbornly insistent as Yzak himself, but his thoughts are reeling. Did something happen at Orb? Lots of things have happened at Orb, but they had very little to do with him. And why wouldn't he be wearing this? Yzak was the one who wanted him to come back to ZAFT more than anyone, barring perhaps the Chairman himself. He sure loved to bring it up whenever they crossed paths.]
I was with ZAFT... you know that. [He literally fled with the FAITH pin still on, since he wasn't even given time to change before the soldiers came for him, so he's sure it's still at his collar. He can feel the metal brushing against his hand where he wrestles against Yzak's, like it exists to mock him now.] What else do you expect me to wear?