Vega is busy practicing his fencing, as always in the morning. His long silvery sword jabbing at the air. Despite his blank face, you have a feeling something is bothering him.

"Vega," you say. "I know you're upset. Come on, talk to your friend?"

He stops and sheaths his weapon with a bit of magic.

Vega: "Summoner, it doesn't concern you."

"Tell me what it is. What is bothering you?"

He sighs.

Vega: "Sirius. What he has done to the towers and to you, I can never forgive him."