What He Said - A ZADR Fic
As a general rule, Zim was not sentimental.
In all his years, on Irk, on Vort, on Devastis, on Earth, anywhere really, he could not honestly say that he'd once felt guilty for causing destruction of any kind. No, he relished destruction. He adored seeing things burn, and it always made his squeedlyspooch flutter when an explosion went off.
In fact, had anyone ever suggested Zim had a sentimental side, he would have shot them then and there. And possibly even danced over their charred corpse, were he one to dance at all.
But over the years, his violence lessened slightly. While not enough to be noticeable to anyone, it had caught the eye of the most important human on the planet. The Dib-human.
It had first started when the human was fifteen, five years after Zim's initial arrival on the planet. During one particular argument, the human had said something that had crossed a line. Or perhaps it was merely a truth that the Irken had never wanted to acknowledge, but that was