*Cyrus: Stepith was always like that back in the old days*
*Darius: Remember the Grand Cell Massacre?*
*Cyrus: Yeah. With that Raezaegan power he had, He was like a god incarnate. But he drank, smoked, and drank more and more with that power*
~Darius turns around to look at me sitting at the table looking at the group photo of me and the sidekicks~
*Cyrus: I think he misses them*
*Darius: I think he misses the good old days when he wouldn't give a damn about the world and its problems*
*Cyrus: And then came Rydia and how she entered his life*
*Darius: Don't forget Lyra, Lilith, among others*
*Cyrus: Should we tell Stepith our secret?*
*Darius: Nah. He can't hear us. Our thoughts are like a cloud of smoke to him. He can't hear it nor feel it.*
*Cyrus: One of the abilities that makes elves like us blessed*
*Darius: And the one ability Stepith Bloodia lacks*
What's so funny?
Cyrus: Nothing Stepith. It was a joke that Darius told me the other day.
Oh OK, Carry on. I'll be in my room sleeping this off