Sephiroth nodded his head, mumbling. “I just hope you know what you are doing… it would be rather tragic to say the least, if something happened to him so soon after being born.” He tensed, clenching his fists. “Of course, this would have been easier if you never were attacked…”
Kalysto grinned as he opened the refridgerator, taking out a container of milk so he could pour himself a glass of it. “Man you keep doing that and I am going to be tenderized.”