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Five hours to prepare. Casper scarcely needed the time, for there was little he could arrange. The boy leaned towards his magic, powers divorced from the concept of preparation. Rather, the ghost remained, a blindfolded gaze lingering upon Daphne’s glass cage. Whether a metal container enveloped her, or little more than a thin layer of translucence, it made no difference for the Wraithborn. A soul, bright and brimming, shackled to the material. Could the lad breathe, a sigh would surely have trickled past his lips, alas, it was a motion he couldn’t manage. A mere ghost, a specter, there was much others took for granted, much that Casper was unable to perform. He was energy, necrotic magic contained within a doll-like body robbed of what it once possessed, now a mere hollow shell. 

[color=#FFE4C4]”I will not weave my magic in an attempt to change this,”[/color] Casper spoke, his phantasmal voice a quiet trickle, claws gently placed upon the glass barrier separating him from Daphne. [color=#FFE4C4]”There is nothing I can do. Death cannot help life blossom, not like this, not without sacrifice.”[/color] Necromancy, the power of Death; it was capable of a lot, but neither Casper nor a creature like Nekron had the ability to bloom life. It was quite the opposite. 

It was a gentle, solemn act, Casper’s body casting aside its physical restraints, an ethereal shroud washing over him as the boy’s hand slipped inside that container, meeting Daphne’s shape and solidified. He felt her essence, her very life against the palm of his hand. So strong, yet so fragile. It was the face of life itself, beauty uncontested. With obsidian claws tracing against Daphne’s hardened, wooden self, Casper’s eyes fell shut behind that blindfold. So much power running through him, the currents of Death itself, and yet, he could do nothing. The lad felt something he rarely confronted, a sense of helplessness. This was not an issue stretching into Daphne’s soul, but rather, one belonging to the material world.

Retracting his hand, appendage phasing through the thin glass separating the pair, Casper continued to speak, voice quiet as ever. [color=#FFE4C4]”I don’t know if you can hear me..,”[/color] he began, [color=#FFE4C4]”but I have always been.., drawn to you.”[/color] A brief pause struck, the boy’s forehead moving to rest against the surface of Daphne’s cage. [color=#FFE4C4]”Ironic, isn’t it? When I was in the Spirit World, I learned a lot about myself,”[/color] information he was previously unaware of, blissfully so. [color=#FFE4C4]”I am drawn to life because it’s in my nature to destroy it. I was created to free Death from its prison and be its herald, and by some fucking virtue of spirit, here I am, having stood against my nature, my purpose, and now..,”[/color] sharp teeth clenched, claws dragging against the glass, [color=#FFE4C4]”I fought a war, I stood against Nekron’s temptations, I destroyed my father, and yet.., I can’t even get you out of a fucking metamorphisis..,”[/color] the boy’s hand clenched, a light thud heard as he smacked the glass. [color=#FFE4C4]”I made you a promise, and I failed.”[/color] Despite his musings of misery and self doubt, Casper was aware that his presence would have done nothing to alleviate this issue. Had he been here, nothing would have changed, would it? Perhaps he could have dealt with Kassandra when she lost herself, a scenario he was uncertain of, equally uncertain as he was of how that correlated with Daphne’s current situation. 

[color=#FFE4C4]”We’re going to save those kids, Daphne, and I will remain at your side, no matter how long you slumber. Death is never far away, after all..,”[/color] the lad finished before he turned, sliding down the glass. There he would sit, quietly leaning against his friend’s cage, eyes falling shut.