"Well, in a manner of speaking." Riley answered Izzy's query. "Their legends, their characteristics. Ghost stories and urban myths." Pondering her second question a bit longer, he answered, "Yes. His stress is still there. Maybe it's been abated for now, but the source of that stress, his parents, they haven't gone anywhere. It's like putting a lid over something smelly. The source of the bad smell remains untouched." Riley laughed, shaking his head. "If you think about it, really Trevor's been possessed by a different kind of aberration: an onerous and unavoidable spirit called 'family.'"

Riley pondered Izzy final, quiet question for a moment, before speaking up. "I think we should let the Black Wolf shoulder the burden for Trevor's follies." This line of thought was very unlike Riley, normally such a stickler for personal responsibility. Perhaps he was still reeling from having been unable to resolve this issue himself? "It's convenient for Trevor that this alter ego can be blamed for his crimes, and that it's taken his memories of them along with it. But that's only natural, since Trevor created it; his own ideal of convenience. We'll let him go his way, and help him if we can. It's a grey conclusion, I know, but this was the conclusion that Trevor already decided on with his actions. We've got no say in the matter." Riley stood up, signaling his desire for conversation coming to an end. "And for that, I'll continue to keep in contact with you, as always." He finished, smiling and with his usual mischievous glint in his eye.