*”MY over-reaction?”* Sephiroth snarled. *”I am not. I am angry and protective. This is the extent of my knowledge – she was sleeping around with the male. That is all I know. I would like to know the entire story, but…”* He growled louder, snapping the pencil he was writing with. *”A father has to protect his offspring from harm.”*
“So, uh…” Kalysto looked around. “Go do it.”
“This is too dressy?” He glanced down at his clothing, then shrugged. “I like it.” He grabbed an old pair of running shoes that he kept outside the door and momentarily sat down to put them on.
“Yes, Eondormi is the Bronze Dragon whom is bound to me.” He nodded. “If you don’t want her… alright, we’ll walk there… just don’t tell her you don’t care.”