[ kaveh nods. ] Right now there are half a dozen of us in this body. We need more of them. We're not going to spend the rest of our days in here, together. [ sharing isn't caring. ] We won't. Would you like to... shake on it? [ his smile is a bit unsettling but he holds out a hand. ] We can start the fight over now that we've come to an agreement.

[ it doesn't matter if childe shakes his hand or not, the ghosts are ready to counter his mad swinging. they manage to parry most of them, but childe's blades to cut kaveh a couple of times - cutting his clothes and causing some bleeding. the ghosts don't seem to care about the state of the body and hastily dart forward, the greatsword dragging along the ground and causing several sparks before it's swung upright with a precision and speed that's definitely not just kaveh's. how many ghosts did they say were in their, because their combined strength is certainly something else. ]