Victor
Vendetta nodded, twirling his chopsticks. "*In the end it's all the same. Flavor enters through the mouth. You enjoy it for the while it lasts. Eventually, it vanishes, only to return once you try it again. But with the inevitable unpredictability of time, who knows when the next time you try it will be...*" Vendetta would say, finally speaking. His voice sounded intimidating and raspy
Nina
Talon would be glad that he at least was saying something, laying her head onto his, knowing it wouldn't bother her trainer
Sydney
*((SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE*