Her words were heavy with a multitude of deep meanings, almost riddlelike in the way they were constructed. He still listened with great intent, finding the woman's views on the world equally enlightening and otherworldly. Tsukikage didn't look back at her just yet. His teeth still working on what was left of the marrow in the bones, Morwenna proposed a new question at him as he did so. What was he to do with the misfortune he was given? How was he supposed to move on in this world, without her?

Ghosts are but a figment of imagination, concocted by those that have no further explanations for the mysteries in their lives. Or the response to predicaments they may be facing. Blue eyes looked out at the water, vast and open as the sea itself. I must finish my mourning for a life that is no longer with me. I need something to guide me, to fulfill me. What ever that may be, perhaps I will find it here. Tsukikage finally looked back to the dark woman before him, an interest further peeking as he wondered what further machinations remained behind those ethereal eyes.