[@shylarah]"A few years." Mae said. She would have cut the girl off if she hadn't trailed into thought of her next word. "You guys shared something didn't you? You're the Seer he was talking about." She deduced. Everyone was aware of why Amuné was there. "He must have shown you then." She added, executing a series of strikes before turning to the girl. She gave Amuné a serious look, "We all lose people. Eric and I lost a kid. Victor and his siblings lost their parents. But Tsitua... he feels deeper. He clings to his grief because he's the leader here. Maybe it's because he's mostly human, but in any case he's genuine. And you're lack of trust in him is insulting. I can see you holding back, and I can tell you now, if some thing happened to you he would be even more broken than he already is. You bear a small resemblance to Zeela, sure, but your chakras feel exactly the same." 

Mae took a moment to calm down before adding, "Zeela was my friend. And I don't want what happened to her to happen to anyone. She would have yelled at me for talking to you like that..." she went back to hitting the bag in frustration.

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"Orion Frost." The ghoul responded weakly. "And don't thank us. We weren't fast enough." His eyes went to the bodies, then up to Cera's ruby gaze. He broke the eye contact abruptly. 

He knelt down with her, grasping her hand in his. He said no words, but conveyed his message with a gesture. He released her hand and retrieved the mask from the kid's work locker. Apparently he hadn't taken it home yet. He went back to Cera and Bart's side and inscribed the fallen ghoul's name onto the inside of the mask with a piece of broken glass. 

Slowly he donned his old badge of shame and rose to his feet, "Cera, we have work to do."