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He’s been watching children feed the ducks for ten minutes now and, quite frankly, he would like to join in, but he has neither bread to feed them with nor the courage to approach the pond under the gaze of the hulking mass of a man beside him. Sia has considered waiting it out, going down to the pond upon his departure, but he has already grown restless. Eyes diverted, he sighs:
“ How do you feel about ghosts? ”
This hulking mass of a man was nothing to fear, sure, he was massive, and of imposing presence, but he did not set out to harm others on a good day. The question came from left field-- out of nowhere, from this awfuly curious stranger. Dion could only smile in return, taking some time to come up with an acceptable response.
"That's a bit of a weird question, isn't it?--- Well, I come from a place where there is a very thin veil between reality, and what can only be described as myth or superstitions. I believe that spirits, good and bad, do exist, but I don't try to fuck with them on purpose. I don't need that kind of energy following me around."
