Let the Ghosts Laugh At Us, We'll Laugh Right Back

Before the words had even fully left her mouth as she asked Alastor what it was he was seeing and speaking to, a voice she didn't recognize screamed at her, filling her ears. Her hackles stood on end and she jumped from the sudden blast of noise filling her ears, taking a step back as she looked wide eyed around her as the last remnants of her logic attempted to insist that someone must be there if she was hearing them this clearly—except no one was. Unnerved and startled, she turned her gaze back toward Alastor again as he insisted that it was in fact not his former betrothed, but a demon. She wasn't sure if that was supposed to calm her concerns or not, but it certainly didn't help. A demon impersonating as Lurid... then was the voice she heard that sounded like her sister a demon as well? With the souls and after life of the Ancients to contend with she wouldn't have completely dismissed the possibility of the voice actually being that of her sister, but perhaps she could continue to believe that Kallisto had actually wanted the death she had asked for.

Pulling herself out of her own thoughts as the ringing faded from her ears, she noticed the manic grin on her husband's features—which wasn't all that unusual for him—begin to shift into an almost pained scowl, seeing the tension in his jaw as he suddenly started breathing heavier as if something was pressing down on him. She frowned and all her attention turned away from her own demons and musing to focus on Alastor, ignoring the voice in her head that tried to keep her from him. She went to his side, looking down into the water as he questioned whether she could see it or not and again, just like she had when Saracyn tried to show her something under the water's surface, she saw nothing. A snarl twitched at her lips and she looked to Alastor, lifting her paw to hook it around to his opposite cheek and turn his head toward her, forcing his gaze to break away from whatever was trying to draw him in, her claws pricking his skin if she had to in order to get his attention. Whatever this demon was it was affecting her husband and her son and for all she knew maybe it could affect her daughter and she wasn't going to just stand by and let it happen. "I can't, but our children can," she told him with a deep frown. "What is it? What can all of you see that I can't?"

"Manea Mendacium"