Sephiroth: *frowns and dusts himself off* You, *points at Rhyderi* Go clean up. Take your armor to…. I don’t know who you take it to. Get it repaired. It’s bent and hacked up. *glances around for Kalysto, then steps over to him, poking him in the shoulder* Get up. *”Desiree. Can you collect your boyfriend from the barracks, please.”* *Telepathically transmits an image of Kalysto, whom is still lying on the ground, unconcious and not moving*
