Sephiroth and Cyla would traverse the exhibition. As they walked, they looked around, but never really stopped to look at any of the items more precisely. Whether it was because they would not know what the items were, or because they simply didn't feel too comfortable looking at these things, was anyone's guess. Certainly, the exhibition was hard to look at for Lunarians. The statue of a Lunarian with clipped wings stood out and caught their eye, but they did not stop for that either. That is, until they saw the man sitting on the bench. Sephiroth stopped, and Cyla stopped right behind him. The man, seemingly bored and unenthusiastic, spoke, stating that it was sad that the Lunarians were abandoned by their own people. The man also looked at the two Lunarians, recognizing the reason why his boss would have an eye on them. The fact that he called him ''boss'' revealed that he was indeed one of the agents. The man wanted to talk, preferably not brawl. When asked what he wanted to do, Sephiroth had a simple enough answer.
I'm not here to fight you either. If you want, you can just go to sleep, while I deal with the guy up top. Or are you going to protect him just like the rest of the guard dogs?
Sephiroth said. The man was the one giving a choice, but actually, the choice was his. Sephiroth was not out for his blood. He was out for the boss' blood.
I'm not here to fight you either. If you want, you can just go to sleep, while I deal with the guy up top. Or are you going to protect him just like the rest of the guard dogs?
Sephiroth said. The man was the one giving a choice, but actually, the choice was his. Sephiroth was not out for his blood. He was out for the boss' blood.