He should've sensed him coming, but same-old same-old also denoted being so wrapped up in his own thoughts, Zelgadis wasn't keen on the world around him. No more than usual; it was hard to not hear footsteps, traffic, the sorts of things that quickly became background noise in that space.

Whatever the excuses, it didn't change the fact that the blue blade flared with his temper, shoulders stiffening. Illidan was the absolute last person he ever wanted to cross paths with again. Hell, he'd put up with Xellos willingly instead!

"I've got nothing to say to you," he uttered, jaw set. His head turned to glare over his shoulder.