Dumb kids don’t know what’s good for them and when to shut up, it seemed. The girl was especially annoying and all the more reason why he hated children. They were nothing but a nuisance and didn’t know their place, always needy and pretty useless overall. Maybe if the girl could fight, sure, but she couldn’t so that made her completely useless to them. The guy having a cry about someone he barely knew was certainly annoying too, he barely knew Cedric enough to act like he was something akin to family. Just what an overall annoying bunch this lot turned out to be, but hopefully something akin to possible potential might show through. Nymira was no better, all she was to everyone was some diplomat who didn’t know whether anything she did would actually work for her, she was just following her father’s orders. It was quite pathetic really, none of them had a mind of their own or could see the truth.

Ignoring the girl as if she didn’t exist he just continued his tea, letting Taliya sort everything out. She was typically tougher when it came to annoying people so it definitely relieved him of some pressure to speak up when she was in control of the situation. Oh well, once things calmed down this group should get somewhat more competent than they were currently being because right now they were a complete mess and acting like idiots. Keeping to himself he cared little about the conversation, it was all things he knew about and was just grinding in the truth at this point. It was the typical blind devotion they were suffering from without knowing why they followed the Saints, only that they were told they were good and that they were to be followed. It was certainly annoying when they came across such people, especially when all they could do is tell them that they’re wrong with very little evidence they could present immediately.

Frowning when he realised there wasn’t any tea left for him he looked to Taliya as she mentioned his name, staring at her before he closed his flask and slid off his box with little effort. “Thanks, I try”, he spoke before walking to the door, barely giving the others a glance as he gave the door a few knocks, “If you don’t want food then don’t come crying to me because I do and I’m not going to accommodate your ‘special needs’…” When the doors were open he made his way off along the hall, not exactly going fast as he fiddled with the flask. He was pretty hungry and wanted some more tea. Whether they were hungry or just wanting some comfort food he didn’t really care, they got food through pretty regularly so there was never really a supply problem, just so long as they didn’t go through all of their food.

Looking back to see them actually following he soon sighed, looking forward again. “You know, she ain’t always angry. The Church have just hardly been kind to Magi like her and I. You’ll eventually learn that they don’t want people like you existing. Why else would they kill Cedric and try to kill you lot?” Opening a fair sized door that was part of a pair he entered the mess hall. It was rather cosy with a gentle light and wooden tables and chairs all over the place yet looking rather neat and tidy. It was of a generous size, but hardly looked like it barely got used at all, especially when there were several small groups chatting amongst themselves all while having food and drinks, mostly lunches and a refresher. When the people noticed Kensen they gave him a way to which he gave a wave back as he headed off to the front of the mess hall where a warm glow originated from. There was a few staff members there who were busy washing up, but otherwise the food was in a kind of buffet bar style set up kept warm in lids. There was a fair variety of food but not too much that it would go to waste, just enough to keep everyone going for the day with some containers sporting more food than some others which seemed to had been expressed through the demand they had for certain food in the past.

“Now see here. You be nice to the people here and don’t get greedy. Grab a plate and take what you want…or don’t, I don’t really care”. He didn’t really care much, he was hungry and wanted to eat and didn’t much care about what they were wanting to do. Grabbing mostly meat with some metal tongs he soon retreated to a nearby table, relaxing for a moment as he rubbed his head. What a noise those guys were and not very grateful either, especially when they were fixing their Machina and having saved them from certain death. He probably would be better in temperament if they hadn’t acted like a bunch of ungrateful kids, but it didn’t appear as if any of them respected others who gave them aid.