Carl arrived back to his childhood home a few hours later, his face was white-washed and just as grief-stricken as they had expected.
"I know this isn't a good question, but how did it go?" Klaire asked as she and Kyubi wrapped their arms around him.
"She spoke to me eventually, asked if I could do anything to bring them back, I told her honestly I could do the same as I'm doing for the others and she told me to drop dead with them.
Then she burst into tears and asked me to kill her, then refused to go to the faction and then she walked off into the darkness.
I have no right to force her to live, I couldn't help but feel like stopping her would be playing god, so I created something to keep an eye on her and released it to her."
"Well, I suppose at least she let you do that." Kyubi said, before looking at him with slightly more than empathy. "Unfortunately, Carl. You have some explaining to do. Tell us about these imaginary friends of yours."
