Sub-Lt. Kalysto eyed off Desiree with an air of disdain and sniffed the air nearby her, wrinkling his nose at the smell. “Oh, another native human. I see.” He shook his head at her. “I don’t work on potions. Unless they explode.”
General Sephiroth raised a brow at Desiree when he was called ‘father’. He shook his head and waved a hand at her. “I am not your father. However, there is another male whom seems to belong to this universe. I believe he was your father, at least, if I am not mistaken… he departed with my mate in an old black land-vehicle.”