"Spoke to ghosts? Let's see, sometimes people do hallucinate, like Ren over here." Said Trevor, spooning down his stew.<br/><br/>Ren glanced at his. "Yeah, I can get real crazy sometimes. I think you saw it when I was fighting just now." Ren snorted, "Man, Trevor, your cooking really stinks."<br/><br/>Trevor let the false remark go unpunished. "Yes, a prophecy. A prophecy. "Behold, the firstborn of the next generation, One who is equal to The Master. The one who is his own. But would the one aid the master? Or join ranks with his enemies? Only time will tell." That was the final words of Kreoss the Fifth."<br/><br/>"Anyways," Ren pointed a spoon at Lili, "We will start some form of training tomorrow. I'm going home. See ya! Gentleman and lady."<br/><br/>Trevor watched as Ren descended. "Ok." He gathered the empty bowls. "You can take the bed. I'm taking the couch. And strictly no waking me up with er... Sudden movements. I tend to get violent, lashed out and hit-" He walked over to make sure Ren was gone, "-Ren in the eye by instinct. So you can go to sleep, I clear up."