<span style="font-style: italic">"....While we are equals to the king ....You are a lower rank then me...and I'm only trying to help."</span><br/><br/>"Silly knight. Why should ranks matter to me? I'd like to see you riddle me that... Besides, I'm still bleeding from earlier and I DON'T mean from our sparring match." Blake said coldly, cold air flowing from his lips once again. The air lingered on a little, freezing two of His Majesty's rose upon the rose bed. He didn't even bother looking at Gallin as he walked off. The moment Gallin was gone, he let out a heavy sigh.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080"><span style="font-style: italic">"It is as you said, an ogre to a human..."</span></span>Bellowed a dull and monotone voice in Blake's head as he decided to go a little further into the garden, trying to think on other things.<span style="color: #000040"><span style="font-style: italic">"You and that... Thick-headed bastard. This will be truly laughable."</span></span><br/>"We may have to work together, and I cannot pretend that I like him. I don't... But I've got to try, don't I?" Blake asked, chuckling heartily.<br/><span style="color: #000080"><span style="font-style: italic">"Well... If you don't... That pretty little King will surely not-" </span></span>Blake's eyes widened with the sound of what may have been broken glass...<br/>"You might want to see what that was..." The voice spoke once more, before fading with its last word. Heading back into the dining room, Blake turned to King Sephiroth, his hand cut and bleeding.<br/>"You must not like mirrors very much, huh?" He asked, unable to take his eyes away from the king's bleeding hand.