[ Saya watches this unfold with a sharp eye and a ready glare -- not for Red Son or this distortion of his father, but for the ghosts around them. When she concentrates, she can hear voices in the air -- laughter. ]
[ Oh hell no. (Being called a tryst doesn't sit well either, so even if he is real she's not having it.) ]
[ She makes her way over to Red Son, and speaks with a low voice so only he can hear her. ]
I don't think it's real. He has no heartbeat. I can't sense any presence at all. And the ghouls are cackling over it.
[ She well knows that a demon king in their presence would have the ghosts fleeing, not mocking. ]
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[ Oh hell no. (Being called a tryst doesn't sit well either, so even if he is real she's not having it.) ]
[ She makes her way over to Red Son, and speaks with a low voice so only he can hear her. ]
I don't think it's real. He has no heartbeat. I can't sense any presence at all. And the ghouls are cackling over it.
[ She well knows that a demon king in their presence would have the ghosts fleeing, not mocking. ]