An ocean meets a tea cup indeed. Romeo is staggered against the train as a surge of memory, of emotion, of existence surged towards him, washing over him and dragging him into the depths.

He held on, physically to the train and mentally to Zetta. He trusted him, completely. That would be the main emotion Zetta would feel, past the fear, the determination and the hope. Trust. A respect bordering on adoration.

Zetta was his god and he was amazing and together they would rescue Persephone. Even as the rush of millennia surged through his brain and threatened to sweep him away.