Ales was almost knocked out of his chair. The Teensie was half-asleep when Koporo nudged him awake. In this case, "nudge" meant "surprise shaking and yelling". He had to be thankful that they gave large chairs to the smaller lab members when he felt the back of his head bang against the soft seat.

"Dylas? Already?" He wasn't particularly fond of Dylas, but he didn't hate him either. If anything, he was grateful that there were other nonhumans among the Heroes, particularly one who wasn't completely idealistic.

He took his time in regaining his senses before sliding off the chair, spending a minute wondering where he was supposed to go, then slapping himself when he realized it was just the same place he' been last week with Sephiroth. By the time he had reached the room, Midna had beat him.

Before he could even make a response, the sobbing caught his attention. It was a familiar scene: Ales on one end, a pathetic version of himself on the other. The desperation not to let anyone else realize it was him before the Shadow starting spewing secrets kept in his locked file.

Dylas has issues. was the biggest thing he got from this, and he stayed back, mostly out of fear.