Yzeira turned around and narrowed his eyes. [color=ed1c24]"That is because we are not [i]friends."[/i][/color] He said with a visible cringe of his nose, [color=ed1c24]"No. You may not ask me anything. You are not here to ask me [i]questions[/i] and expect any modicum of honesty in my answers, let alone any answers at [i]all.[/i] You are here to benefit me- Offer up what little knowledge you hold in that minuscule little brain of yours, and then subsequently perish without so much as a loved one to remember your pitiful tale."[/color] He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance and turned his entire body to face Jenso. [color=ed1c24]"I am not judging her as anything more than a human woman. But it is curious, her reaction. It brings to question so much about her past, and [i]you.[/i] Why? She holds the same level of fortitude as you, and yet, she refuses to fight, not because she [i]knows she'll lose,[/i] but for some other preordained reasoning that escapes me."[/color] His eyes wandered. [color=ed1c24]"Ah, but you may have already answered my question, without meaning to."[/color] He turned his back to Jenso again, and stepped towards his mother, placing one hand gently on her chin. She remained calm.

	[color=ed1c24]"Perhaps it is [i]love.[/i] So then, who are you biding your time for? Which person are you so desperate to see, one last time, before the end?"[/color] She inhaled deeply through her nose and took a step back, away from his hand, while tightening her fists desperately. [color=ed1c24]"Where is your father,"[/color] He turned his head back towards the woman's son curiously, [color=ed1c24]"Jenso?"[/color]