"Our son recently left the family because he found out his daughter was in love with Malik who he repeatedly forbade her to see and his wife didn't tell him about it." He had his Masamune out and pointed at him in an instant. "Don't. Even. Think. About. It."
"So, what are we going to do to her?"
"Have you gone mad? You can't take her on and live."
"What? Why?" "Obviously."
He shushed her as he stroked her with his tail. "About that stuff, no."
"She does have three children with me though." "I'm not the one to ask."
"Technically it is." "Pretty much and he's come to see the Strife part of the family."
"What's an extra year or seven when you're immortal?" "Not really."
"I know you're blushing." "Sure."
"Only by about twenty-five years."
"Of course. Who did you think it was?" "Of course she is. He looks like Malik."
"Sorry for running off earlier. When my necklace flickers, it means my wife is close to death."
"Don't bother. She's depressed out of her wits."
"So?" "That is correct, call me Seph, everyone else does."
"It's the outfit you normally wear." "Malik's son from several centuries in the future."
He pulled her on his back before heading back to Xenos.
He put her clothes next to her and patiently sat on the floor. She nodded.
"Want to see Xenos again?"
He smiled and draped a foreleg across her stomach. They started eating the greens.
He laid down next to her with his head on her chest. "I know, Honey, I do too."
