Yzeira stopped, and the two of them placed the desk over the ashy remained of his previous workstation. He then began to pull several books out of his coat, far more than he [i]should[/i] have been able to fit inside of it. Pocket dimensions at work, much like Jenso's bottomless bag. What else could he have in there? He lined the books up on the desk, along with some paper, and a few pens. [color=ed1c24]"Thank you,"[/color] Yzeira said quietly, pulling a chair over to the desk, and sitting down. [color=ed1c24]"I'm glad you've come to your senses. This is much nicer than smashing your head against a [i]brick wall,[/i] isn't it?"[/color] He motioned his hand towards a chair nearby listlessly, while beginning to scribble some notes down on the paper in front of him. [color=ed1c24]"You may take a seat. Your mother may do the same, if she wishes. I don't care, either way. We're merely waiting for the end, at this point. So, if you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it if you answered with little incredulity."[/color] He paused and looked up at Jenso. 

	[color=ed1c24]"That means [i]without resisting,[/i] If you didn't know."[/color]