St. Sefiros: *glances at the illusion of Jenna and calmly sips his tea. He shakes his head, then claps his hands, summoning a servant* Good man, go get the photo album and the box. See if you can find any photos containing my mother. *moves to his feet, closing the curtains* Is there anything else you wish to dispute? *frowns* I don’t know why you are coming here to tell me such things. You don’t know me, I’ve never seen you before. How could you possibly know anything about my life?
