As was normal, Fi was currently riding on top of Ethan's head. Also normal, was him not paying attention to the person talking to them, due to a distraction. '[i]Ah, the butterfly, such a beautifully tragic creature[/i]' he thought to himself, as he watched said butterfly flint about in the air '[i]There are few creatures who have to endure such hardships to reach their full maturity. From the slow, ground-bound form of the caterpillar. To the prison of the chrysalis, immobile and unaware of the world around them. All this, and for what; to gain the form of a butterfly? Even with it's beauty, and it's flight, it is still just as fragile. I wonder, noble butterfly; how aware are you of your own mortality? Do you live in blissful ignorance, or do you struggle through life with that burden on your mind? Ah, what I would give to take a peak inside your mind, to see just what your hopes and fears are.[/i]' Of course to anyone watching, he would just look like an animal staring at some object which had caught his attention (something that wasn't really untrue)

Ethan on the other hand, was listening...something he quickly regretted "L-L-Lord Death wants us to fight a cult!? But...we're just students, and cults are filled with crazy people. Crazy people are so scary to fight. Shouldn't this be a job for the police, or people who have graduated from the academy?" Feeling scared, Ethan pulled Fi off of his head and held him like a teddy bear. Fi, being the cuddlebug he was, was perfectly okay with this

"Fiiiiiiiiiii. Fi Fi." The weapon attempted to offer his poor meister some encouraging and soothing words.

"Thanks Fi. You're always so good with words. I'm...I think I'm feeling a little better now."