Jericho nods gently in response to his friend, bringing his orb gently to the left of his cowled face. "I did, I see you have already gotten started without me?" Jericho speaks in his usual darkened tone, the sharp needles on the ends of each of his fingers clinking together gently as I stands still as a statue, his dead eyed stare still locked on to Romulus for the time being.

Jericho watches as the blood is wiped clean from Romulus' shirt, and sighs, the though racing through his mind that he himself could have used it to further add to his Blood Orb. He quickly dismisses this trivial matter, before taking two gentle steps forward towards his old friend.

"I was starting to think you had forgotten about me, Romulus."