Sepiroth tilts his head. “a friendship? Yes, I suppose that's what you could call it.” he says softly in thought. “then maybe if that is the case, Gallin would be my only friend.” he laughs softly when Blake likens himself and Gallin to a human and ogre. “I don't know.. my m..father once tried to sleep with an ogre.. so there's hope yet..” he looks a little distant for some moments, blinking as Gallin drags Blake away. “go easy on him, Gallin!” the king calls after him. “I'd prefer him whole and still with all his limbs before my walk!”<br/><br/>he sighs when they're gone and slowly stands up, he walks away to his room and opens the door. He steps inside and shuts it behind him, his expression darkens when he notices a mirror in his room. He briskly strides over to it and gazes at his reflection. “what an ugly face..” he whispers. “what an ugly, ugly face.. I hate it..” he pulls his fist back and punches the mirror, causing the reflection to shatter. “ahh.. much better..” he purrs and lifts his hand up, licking the blood from his cut hand with a soft laugh. Unknowing of the situation and words currently between Blake and Gallin..