cake"They don't exist" -- such genuine certainty from such a young man. He seemed very obstinate and self-assured in his words, the lowered voice, the brief smirk. Bane tilted his head slightly, eyes clear as ever behind the old glasses the metalworker back home had fixed up for him; they were that same piercing blue, the colour that never changed, revealing the same emotion they always did. "Perhaps, to the spirits," he stated easily, remaining still as he watched the stranger, "you don't exist." Turning his head slightly, he followed the Russian wolf's eyes, glancing over the courtyard nearby and the dank stone walls that had sat here for so long. Logic told him ghosts weren't real; logic also told him that anything, really, was possible. Bane took things in stride, there was next to nothing that could shake his foundation. If the world were to end tomorrow, he would only hope he could live long enough to watch it burn.
cake"My father saw ghosts, and he was crazy," Bane added suddenly with a very brief smile. His eyes were back on the stranger. "Perhaps your brother was right, even if he was mad. My name is Bane Kiles. It's a pleasure, Nikolai. If you aren't here searching for ghosts, what are you here for?" He added the last part lightly, a mild curiosity in his eyes and his voice. Perhaps the stranger was just here to convince himself.
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