Mejo remembered the conversation but still didn't understand it. How could someone hate or fear someone just because of how they had to survive? It just didn't make sense to his naive to the world mind. In his thinking friends shouldn't hate or fear each other. In his mind people should understand sometimes people needed to do different things. He was watching Lalliet running around back and forht. Watching her bound into Madisons lap and lay down. Resulting in him moving and sitting indian style facing Madison to pet Lalliet. "Good Lalliet. Love you Lalliet." he said. His three wings flexing and stretching a bit. All on their own of course as he kept forgetting he had them. He looked at Madison and smiled. "You are wrapped up like a burrito. Like the cheese and bean burrito Abbigal gave me the other day." He said. Leaning back and looked around the house. "What kind of things do you like to do?"<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Heji spent the past two days doing paperwork and getting into verbal arguements behind closed doors with Seiko. He worked all through the night last night. It was already very early morning. He was dozing off on and off. His head going down onto his desk. Then he jolted awake before nodding off again. Finally he fell asleep on his arms. His pen still standing straight up poised to write another statement but didn't move any long. He slept that way into the next day. A maid walking around and about ran into Silva. "Did the master leave his study yet? He hasn't left to eat or do more than send for water. I fear he has been pulling all nighters. Maybe you should go see if he is finally sleeping or okay." She said softly. "He and Seiko had arguements the past couple days. Verbal ones in their native tongue." She shook her head. "Anyways be well Silva." She hurried off. Heji was passed out on one arm with his hand in the writing position still. Hunched over in his seat just like that.