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Jeanne and Iago exchanged short, blown away glances before Iago sprinted after the young man. "Uh-uh, you didn't just say that, man. C'mon!"

Gael spun around as he got to his room and holding a hand up to Iago."Hey look, seriously.. I like you and all, but I need to have some space in this relationship so that it can work, 'kay?" Gael said.

Iago slid his boot in the doorway just in case Gael decided to slam the door on him. "Oh, yes. The second I get you downstairs to apologise to your mother, you can have all the space you need, kid. C'mon." He held up a hand and waved him over. "Let's go."

Gael narrowed his eyes at Iago and gave him a similar look that his mother had always given him as a kid. It was very obvious now that Gael was Jeanne's son, at least by looks. "Look. She may have given birth to me, but you know where she's been the last 8 years of my life? Here. In this city instead of with me and my brother. And you know what that's like? Being second choice to someone who you thought would be there for you forever? Pretty shitty. Oh, and try explaining it to a little boy who hardly knows that the characters on the TV aren't real. So excuse me if I don't feel inclined to agree with you." He growled. He then tried to shove Iago's foot from the door.

Iago persisted, moving forward, toward Gale, with a hand grasping onto the door frame. "I'm not the one who's supposed to explain to you why your mother did what she did," he began, his expression deadly serious. "But what I do know is that she's been in Lutetia City being a hero that it needs. I owe her an eye. A lot of other people owe her their lives. Stop acting like your mother never cared."

"I never wanted a hero. I wanted a mother." Gael gave up on the door and stormed over to his bed, flopping on it with a sigh. "She could have told my dad no. She could have kept us with her. But no." He waved Iago away. "She needs help with her face with her date with that guy. You might be able to help her out with that. You seem pretty enough."

The ginger stared after Gael furiously for a few moments, but he sombered. "You talk to your mother about that. I'm sure she has her reasons," he said, closing Gael's door with a faint fwip.

Gael listen for the confirmation that Iago was down stairs before making haste to his backpack. He grabbed the rope within it and quietly went to the window, attempting to open the window as silently as he could. It had been a few years since it was last opened, so the frame had to take some coaxing. Once he opened it, he listened for any indication that someone was coming back up stairs. If there was none, he tied the rope to his bed firmly before throwing the rest out the window. 'Time to make my escape..' He thought to himself.