[ better this way, he thinks. he wouldn't have the same goals and ambitions without a driving force behind it. they make do with what they have and work all the more harder for their achievements. wealth, he thinks, would corrupt him like it would anyone. he scoffs. ] Good thing it is not so easy.

[ the drink does not last very long. he should be sipping - failing health and all that nonsense - but he's in a bad mood. less of a bad mood than he was a few minutes ago, of course, who would've thought fresh air and pleasant company could make such a difference? he sets the now empty glass down, ice clinking about. and back to sulking. ]

The most we can do is keep trying. [ said reluctantly, like he's repeating what the council had said verbatim. his tone's dripping with bitterness. were he a much stronger man the glass in his hand would start to crack. probably good thing then, he's sure miss tifa deals with shattered glass enough. ] Someone will listen, eventually. But until then, I am going to be extremely cross about it.