Sniffing the air he knew who it was befoe she opened the door, and a small smile makes it way to his think lips. At first he says nothing and doesn't acknowledge her, the only sign is his black wings moving on his back. Finally he nods as she approaches, and his red eyes drift to her beautiful form, the red in his eyes brightening slightly as she sit's down beside him. For long moments he remains silent, still thinking over his comrades, and wondering what he might have done different. Finally a soft sigh escapes his lips and he slowly turns his head to look at her. "I can't believe Yuna is dead, along with Beiron and the others, what a waste it seems I feel like I could have done more."<br/><br/>Yawning his wings twitched a sign he was agitated. Slowly his eyes drifted away from her to stare out into the night, and soon his soft voice drifted back to her but with less emotion. "I can't stand this, that bastard Osiris should have known this would happen, and try to prepare for fucking things like this." His eyes glowed bright red in anger, then suddenly he layed a hand on her forearm. "Come, perhaps we can get something to drink at the bar, I need something to take my mind off of this." Slowly he got to his feet, brushing long black hair from his face and brushing his clothes off. He was quite tall at least six foot four or more, his body hard and solid yet only with a medium build. Today he wore a long shimmering red cloak about his shoulders, with black pants and black boots. His heavy footfalls echoed across the floor as he walked and he turned to look at her as he opened the door. "Coming?"