Zach sighed. “Yeah, alright… go on back to the house. I’ll take him over there when I’m done, OK?” He lowered his head and placed the infant into the makeshift crib, wheeling it out of the room entirely.
Sephiroth scowled and took a seat again, folding his arms. “I don’t like any of this. Worse, I can’t do very much about it.” He snorted.