Xigbar was flying high in the oh-so-very-unfriendly-skies. The amusingly lyrical anger of that one person was still ringing in II's ears, and now he felt good enough to deal with one of the so-called traitors that he'd heard so much about.

So, with no further ceremony, he plopped down across from Axel and grinned at the ravenous Nobody. "Hey, where's the fire, Number VIII? Look like you've been on bread-and-water for a couple of months."

Not that anyone would notice if the red head got any skinnier, of course, but still.