General Sephiroth shook his head as he cut up a piece of chicken and stuffed it into his mouth. “You want the General that my men see? Well, no sex any more, that’s for certain. I’m not a homosexual. No romatic love or cuddling either. My men perceive me as a cold hard aggressive leader. They follow me because they are either programmed to, or because they are afraid. There may also be some degree of respect, but I am not entirely certain.”
Kalysto nodded. “If you follow me to Silvermoon, you’ll probably see a whole bunch more of those. If you think Rhy is bad, you should see some of the other Paladins. Self-important pretentious pricks.” He glared ahead of himself, quiet until the Zepplin docked at a rather depressing-looking platform.
“Here’s where things get weirder.”