"I needn't remind you that you are to keep your identity a secret," Zero's voice echoed through the holograph.
On his bed, peering through the window of Trinity's Airship, Arsene sighed and scratched the back of his head.
"You dick! Is that even possible? Zariel probably knows it's me. He's got the Weave back, right?"
"Yes, and I'm sure he's aware of what you are, just not who you are. Let nature take its course."
"Nature is so overrated. Do I look like I go around fucking trees?"
"If the world tree had a cunt, you would definitely try."
Arsene had the grace to blush. "Damn. You think of me like that?"
Zero gave him a long, blank stare before disconnecting. He'd said what he had to; anymore, it would only serve to bolster Arsene's ego.