Syrus looked over at Charlotte. "Something the matter or are you just glad all the paper work is done?" Syrus was sure glad it was out of the way even though he had no parents to speak off, which thankfully no one had asked questions about yet, and that the he was a ward of the Garden itself meant that the Garden did have some responsibilities but not by much. Syrus also didn't care about the will either. He had no possessions other than the gunblades and well if he died in this battle he hoped that someone would pick the blasted things up and use them as he did. They were no museum pieces that was for sure but the didn't look old or dull so someone was sure to keep on fighting with them if they happened to find them.