He laughed a little, albeit kind of hollowly. For some reason the whole idea amused him, though why he had found it somberly amusing, he had no idea. Frankly, he didnât want to think about it.
"Hehe⌠Donât worry. I think Iâve always got this kind of âlonely airâ about me, so I donât think you have to worry. Whatâs your name?"
The spirit just remained staring at the stranger, and he could imagine a plethora of reasons as to why that laugh sounded so odd. He felt like he shouldn't ask, though; Besides, if he did ask, he'd be running the risk of being stuck here, listening to some stranger's sob story. Gonna pass that one.
".. Eh, the name's Alastor, but jus' call me Lassy. 's What ev'ryone here does. What'cha up to, strang'r? B'sides somehow managin' to talk to a spirit?"Â
(He hasn't ever seen this kid before. Either that little aura of loneliness around the guy was strong enough to guarantee his presence to be obvious, or the guy was a seer.)



















