What is a ghost?
Her question catches him by surprise. It flashes openly across his face, dark eyes widening, lips parting just slightly. To fight? Seiji’s mind reels quickly over the question, and he suspects Kiada might want him better able to defend himself. To save her from losing two friends. His expression softens, then, and he nods.
“I would.” One hand goes to Auni’s small face, absently rubbing around the base of the young luxere’s ear as if it is any dog or cat. “It is probably wise to learn now, so I can be safe here.” He thinks it might help Kiada as well, to focus on giving, to forget the guilt she seems to carry. Her expression already holds a degree of clarity he has not seen since before Longnight.
“I would.” One hand goes to Auni’s small face, absently rubbing around the base of the young luxere’s ear as if it is any dog or cat. “It is probably wise to learn now, so I can be safe here.” He thinks it might help Kiada as well, to focus on giving, to forget the guilt she seems to carry. Her expression already holds a degree of clarity he has not seen since before Longnight.
Something dead that seems to be alive.
Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.
