"Was that before or after the Candi Contract..?"

"With all due respect, sir, the royals aren't in the business of credit cards. You ask and servants fetch. Have you.. forgotten this?"

"I don't do vacations. And we don't have maids, you have servants, attendants.. Unless you count the one time White ended up in a pinny on a dare." She's grown quite suspicious of the King these past few months. This kind of soft behavior is what to expect before mass executions.

".... Sir, are you having a stroke?"

"Do you smell toast??"

"... put me out of my fucking misery now. Right now."

"Please do."

//Fuuuuck this account is old, but my OG one is older #MyXAnniversary

The winds of change shift again it seems. So it was, and so it will be.

//lmao my first message back and I have a text stroke. GDI PHONE

//wait why is my phone at 5%-

"And there always will be." She folds her arms. "I never left, you know. I've always been 'ere."

"I'm a General of armies, not a babysitter."

"Y' do realize I have this thing called work? God-children were the only exceptions because I was educating an investment."

"Im aware of them..And Im aware of their heritage and progress as children. While rules on hybrids are relaxed, the regs for their progress is not."

This is why Zefia has too many god-kids for her own good.. and why most of her spare storage supply has mini-saiyan sized PPE. "Remind me again, how old are these children?"

"Anodites are comprised entirely of energy. I would ask how you managed to do anything in terms of production, but I already know the answer to that." She shakes her head. "Two year old nuclear toddlers are a recipe for disaster. Train their skills early or they'll fail later."

"For two years into retention you would thing you two would know a thing about containment and energy expulsion.. No matter. Work on healthy containment, then focus on the channeling portions. Energy is energy, no matter the form. Y' do well to remember that."