The Barkeep pat Ramza's head. It was messy from the fight, but Kalki had taken care of it the past five years. At least she took care of his son in a physical sense. Sephiroth, on the other hand, was not so much a son but a younger man he begrudgingly grew to care about over the years, much like Sparks Nevada. A standoffish military man who focuses too much on work and needed to take time in his life for friends.

In an alternate universe, this could have been Sparks standing there, ready to sacrifice himself to stop the Calamity once and for all.

"He'll be fine. He's got me and my wife lookin' after him, once we get back to Mars. I'm thinkin' we should be worried about you more." He stood up, one leg at a time, and gripping his staff to support his shaking knees. "You're lucky you ain't old like me. I really need to start thinkin' of retirin' from adventures."