Quihen listened with interest. He heard a few similiarities - the angels he knew also looked human to people - and a few differences.<br/>He started his game at a seemingly odd way, making moves that sometimes seemed unnecessary. It kind of seemed like a kid was playing, like he needed all of his focus to remember how each piece could move, and therefor he couldn't put energy in tactics. That's what his side of the game looked like for now.<br/>"I have plenty of friends," he told. He had to correct himself. "Well, I<em>had</em>plenty of friends. I haven't spoken with them for a long time, because the other hunters imprisoned me. Though I'm sure many of them would still consider me their friend or ally."