"D'vana Tendi's been assisting on the technical aspects." When you have a Warden helping that's tacit approval as far as he's concerned. "As long as it's kept temperature controlled and dark, it seems to work alright." And tastes fine!

And if it works its way into the Barge's other alcohol stashes, that's not Angeal's business.

Angeal is pretty sure the Admiral directly causes who leaves and stays, given the invitation he got, but he doesn't say so. "Maybe. But Zack's still here." That's an assumption but one he can reasonably make. Surely someone would have noticed. Would his comm have simply stopped working? Would his room have reverted, leaving his dog to wander lost through the halls?

With his own cup in hand, Angeal sits on a different careworn bit of furniture; it's not the most comfortable ever, but it's old and it's familiar. It could have been in his home growing up. And now it was only a reminder of the family he'd lost. He swirls the drink in his glass a little, frowning. "We don't see eye to eye on a few subjects, the most recent one being Sephiroth." It's true, at least. "Zack felt I should be more concerned about myself than my friends, even ... if they don't remember me. The last time I did that it ended in violence. I don't intend to walk the same path twice."

Except he is.