Sky blue eyes watch the other ghost. I wonder briefly why she had become a ghost. Had her soul left her and had she died a death as I had seemed to? I don't think it matters really, she's just another spectre haunting these lands as am I. I wonder if there are more of us out there then, or if we are the only two. I don't know what I think of it either way. Thinking feels so strange now, and yet being faced with another of me, at least in my mind, I am forced to think. At least as a ghost, nobody has to even acknowledge that I exist. I don't have to keep up with every event that happens around me. This way I do not mind being labeled as just another number, because status does not matter to a ghost. Ruvindra's face still fails to leave my mind. It's something I cannot simply be rid of.

And yet here I am where my son and my daughter rule, they seem to be taking after their mother in the term of leadership. I have never been cut out to be leadership material, and yet here I find myself drawn to a land lead by hierarchy. My ears are pricked and attentive, head lowering slightly as I seem to be trying to be expectant. Pale blue eyes seek hers, as if searching for myself through her. It seems as if I believe a piece of myself to be trapped within this other ghost, and yet I know the idea alone is just...wrong. And yet I want to believe that she holds something of me. That way I can have a reason to come back again, maybe even a reason to stay beyond offering loyalty to my children. I am a darker ghost to her pale likeness, and I know that though we are both ghosts we still are not the same.

I am waiting for her to make more of a move, watching with an almost heightened clarity. The faintest whisper of a pleased smile ghosts over my lips as I am rewarded with her name. Her name is one I can like, somehow I can even connect it to someone ghost like. Mine isn't as such as hers, mine is a reminder of a past I do not wish to face. It is something that is better left to those still living, I can be a reminder of that past, after all maybe this is why I haunt. "To see my children. Tesseract. Caligula. To see if I can stay. Offer loyalty." My voice is like a whisper almost in itself, and yet it is so vividly clear and audible. Tail waves behind me, because somehow I do not feel lost. I almost feel as if I am a living thing, not just something imitating life. Something that dreamed and breathed, something believable. Something important.