{6¼ Years Before Leviathan's Invasion}
Daisuki: "Ahh...
Isn't the fresh air great, Neph?"
Nephilim: "No..."
Daisuki: "I swear they really need more cleaning supplies in the commissary.
Our cell's air is getting moldy, nevermind all those boogers you wipe on your sheets, haha!"
The future antagonist to Takamagahara stabs an empty soda can while his nose twitches in anger.
Nephilim: "How many times have I told you, 'War Villian', to stop calling me that name like we're partners.
The way I see it, with what you've done to be put in here and the difference in time we both have to serve, there's no possibility of us ever becoming acquaintances, nevermind friends, Dice."
Daisuki: "Ohh, come on Neph."
Nephilim: "How many years again do you have left to serve?"
Daisuki: *sighs* "Why do you keep asking me the same thing every day, Neph?
I've already told you, I got a 300+ year sentence..."