The Shooting Star

20. Spiritual Director

As the day inched pass with the sun as it's spectator, the trio landed themselves at the serenity of Haven's home. Haven took the chance to finally shower off the plethora of red stains while Error opted to watch over Averine until she woke up. . . . whenever that was going to be.

Error put her down on the couch and stared at her ragdoll state in a curious silence. Once he's done enough staring he checked her pulse to make sure that she was still alive. . . yep. Still breathing, just very small breaths. As soon as he checked her pulse he then got a marvelously full proof plan: a slap to the face. And another. And another. And an─ okay this isn't going anywhere.

༻ Hello again you two. Is Haven not with─ ༺

Patricia's sentence froze as she saw the splattered blood on the two of them. Well more on Averine, Error didn't get much on him to begin with.

⦅ She is, just in the shower. Don't worry about the blood dear, it's not ours. ⦆

༻ . . . . I apologize but I'm not too sure if that makes it less concerning. Is the Star doing okay? ༺

⦅ Probably? She turned into a cat and got rocked by a guy in a suit that we ran into waaay too early. ⦆

Patricia's concern immediately turned into confusion after Error opened his mouth. She let it loop in her head two times over, yet it still resulted in a jumbled mess of words.

  ༻ I see. . . . I hope she has a swift recovery then. . . .༺

The spiriters confusion was shifted to her phone as it lit up in her pocket. A handful of messages and a phone call turned the confusion to a slight showing of concern.

༻ Hello? Not I'm not. . .  ༺

Her pattern of broken speech only made sense to the receiving end of that phone call, so Error shrugged it off and continued his one sided staring contest. Eventually her phone call ended and she was quick to see herself out of the door.

༻ I'm terribly sorry but I have an emergency to tend to. There's apparently an influx of displeased spirits wandering about. Please take care of the house while you rest in it. ༺

Patricia gave a parting wave as the door closed behind her, but Error was polite enough to wave back before she did so. A silent thought of what caused her new found incident rang in his head, but it dissipated almost as soon as it arrived. She could probably handle it.

                       ────────────────

  As Patricia approached the location she was urged to arrive to, distorted crying was heard from several directions. They were faint yet their sorrow filled the lack of volume. It took a moment of wandering through their presence to find a singular spirit weeping against a tree. The spririter wasn't one to judge appearances but even she had to admit that it looked rather strange. It was the first time she's ever seen two spirits intertwined like this.

༻ Hello? May I ask why you're upset? ༺

Both sets of eyes turned to meet Patricia, and that soft glow emitting from hers was the only notice they needed. She was someone they could commune with. . . hopefully towards a much more peaceful second ending compared to their first.

"I. . .we don't. . . understand what happened. . .other than being lied to."

"He took advantage of us! He told us nothing but lies and it ended in us being some. . . disgusting freak!"

One spoke with grace, the other with anger, both in the low volume all spirits used. They both mentioned the same incident at least, which led her to believe they died as one. Unfortunately, that revelation simply raised another question.