Sephiroth: *”I think it is more to do with the fact that you are a figure who commands respect. And yes, our powers are similar in some ways, although I could never hope to acheive the level of ability as a dragon could. I will lose out every time”* *bows his head to Ramses, sighing* Thank you very much, sire. Although I don’t need anything – feed it to the malnourished.
Rizon: Yeah, I’m not a true dragon… *lowers his head and sits there, putting up with Sekhmet behind him, cleaning his wound* I never got the instructions on how to be one. Never knew my dad. And my mom… well nobody knows what happened to the Great Mother Dragon now, do they? Like she would have raised a whelp like me anyway. *snorts in distaste*