The Sentinels Shake it out and light a cigarette

He finally calmed enough to look at her once more. I could ask you the same question, he replied, eyebrow lifting slightly as he took in her marred face and ruined eye. He purposely shifted the conversation to Rosalyn and away from himself, not even close to being ready to tell anyone the details of his time as a prisoner. His heart began to slow to a less painful rhythm, and he drew in a steadying breath. I'm sorry, he said quietly, gaze dropping once more out of guilt. I...just can't hear that name. I go by Zodiac now. The words were more hurried and pained than he had wanted them to be, momentarily exposing his inner-turmoil. Zodiac's sad, ocean gaze lifted to hers once more, the whisper of a silent plea swimming in the depths of his eyes as he inwardly prayed that she wouldn't ask anymore questions. He wasn't sure what his reaction would be, and he didn't want to subject her to his unpredictable rage again.