Mikado held on for comfort and Azrael held back. A million others hands held too; to her stomach. Azrael’s palm yielded no answers, but at least she’d rather be holding that than the others’ Phantoms aren’t easy to fathom, and we’ll be seeing a lot more. If only medicians could map their own minds. Perhaps then she’d knit these ghostly wounds back together. Azrael had promised there were was no such thing as phantoms. What about little blue demons? Melodi passed with a curious expression. Half a scowl, half a sorry. I’ll leave you to work out which. Because I can’t see the future and even if I could, I’d be far too busy brooding over it to tell you; and because she’s a skeleton. They soon discovered it wasn’t a mound and it wasn’t a building. It's possible for both people having an argument to be wrong. But it was certainly sunken and it was certainly on its side and admittedly it had doors and walls. So for Azrael’s sake, let's call it a building.
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