Serafina hid the amused expression threatening to show itself. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, quite the contrary. Every time she had witnessed an argument, she couldn't help laughing at the absurdity. But as long it kept her entertained, Serafina would be perfectly fine with it. "Hey.... You look familiar," the boy that had once been impaled claimed, "you look like someone that knew a friend of mine, Tatyana. Her name was Sephiria I think. You wouldn't happen to know either of them, would you?" The woman stiffened visibly at the latter of the two's name. Her eyes dilated in utter shock. Sephiria? Sephiria Rutherford? The same Sephiria Rutherford that joined the organization that destroyed their world? The Sephiria she had presumed dead after not hearing from her in five years? "Sephiria is my sister," Serafina replied darkly, almost ashamed to admit it. If she ever had a chance to see her beloved sister, there'd be one less Rutherford in the worlds.