Wrong Address, Return to Sender

Hannibal sat down as his daughter got to work. He awaited his departure from the living realm with anticipation. Back to the endless rest, likely forever. But, after some time they both seemed to realize that nothing was going to happen. There was no pull towards some unknown force or fading feeling. Nothing. Of course he was not looking forward to leaving his daughter and going back to literal death. But he knew Recluse seeing her dear babe was much more important then anything he had to say. It really did pain him to watch her accept the defeat. He could see it settle in and dig deep as horrible sobs came forth.

As she collapsed to the floor Hannibal stood up. Her words were encased in a thick layer of raw emotion. Hannibal's heart stung as he watched her and he chose to slowly stepped closer. He was honestly horrified of making her even more upset but a Father, even a really shitty one, could not watch his daughter sob and not try to comfort her. The ghostly man moved to sit next to Recluse and nuzzle his head in her scruff, craning downward to reach. The feeling of her fur brushing against his muzzle was faint but enough to make him sigh gently. To comfort his daughter for potentially the last time was a luxury he thought he'd never have again. "Kali knows you love her Recluse." He stopped nuzzling and merely rested his head on her shoulders, pressing down gently to provide a small hug. It may not feeling like much since he was a ghost, but he was trying. "She was so incredibly lucky to have such a caring mother." Hannibal was accurate in that, perhaps even more then he knew. But, this he did know... "Kali is in a better place now. Perhaps she is not with you, you cannot control that, but she is is void of pain and worry." Coming from someone who has experienced the afterlife he was actually speaking the truth.

Hannibal sat up and raised his right paw to gently rest on own. "I love you, daughter. You will heal... It will just take time."

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