Bill tapped the wall a couple times in frustration. "Magic? Jenso, you 'aint a monster like that guy. There's no magic for you in this world," He stopped and started heading upstairs, hoping Jenso would give up the stupid idea of going after Prisma. "How would you even find him?" Bills voice grew quieter as he left to the main floor, but Jenso could hear his wife and his brother talking about something above them. Jenso's shirt looked far too damaged to wear as it lay strewn in the dirty fabric. They hadn't even bothered to wash the blood out, not that they could. White fabric was so difficult to purify.