{ Just what he was hoping to hear. Zeref's expression relaxes, placing both hands on the railing, looking out at the city skyline. He takes a deep breath; he's getting an idea for these Hands of Decay, but there's no use showing his hand right now, least of all when it might ruin the mood. After all... Mavis might turn the corner. }

It's reassuring, then, that there are still humans out there who can see groups like them for what they are. { If only there were more. He turns back towards Lucy, deciding to change the subject. } I might have asked this before, but it has been some time since I had last gone to the Dream Docks. What is the last thing you remember happening in our world?