Ales let out a cry when the fist slammed into the console. A small switch handle cracked, and the rounded tip fell off. That was precious equipment; what kind of monster would do something so careless?!

Apparently, Sephiroth. Ales flashed a look of disdain at the Shadow, who was seeking to attempt his attack once more. Sephiroth was a refined man, someone who was deserving of utmost respect. Even if the Shadow was part of him, Ales could not allow another act of violence.

"Well, that's some way to voice your argument! Are you going to talk like civilized people or beat each other up?" It wasn't fair. Sephiroth wanted to speak, so why would the Shadow let him?