"It's not that bad. Just my knuckles," Kefka says, squirming into a better position in Karakael's lap - on Karakael's lap, one arm around his shoulders and neck, the other perched on Kefka's knee. He rubs at his first knuckle with his thumb, wincing.

"I think....if the Firaga had hit, I would have panicked and put you out after a moment. I think..." He huffs. "I try not to be around people when I get like that. I get stupid, and then Celes chews me out and-" he pauses, then shakes his head. "And then I get demoted."

He leans in and kisses Karakael's cheek. "I know better than to go around killing kids haphazardly. I'll only do it as a last resort, don't worry. You alright?"