Anger
Zer0 had spent a very long time stuck in a self inflicted state of apathy so being dragged out into feeling things by these ragtag, ridiculous people produced some rather.... intense results every so often.
Like when a particularly ungrateful Hyperion sympathizer started spouting off insults and ended up slammed back into a wall hard enough to crack a rib, Zer0's fist meeting the brick next to his head and putting a nice sized hole in it. The assassin barely manages to catch himself so as to not aim his fist at the man but... his friends are here. That doesn't make him less angry though, knowing the insults were not only meant for himself.
"Shut up and leave," he growls instead and let's the man go scrambling off. Then, nonplussed, he brushes the cement dust off his glove.













