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Basalah blinked, thinking of what to say to the story, feeling compelled to at least give a comment. Guess this explains what killed them, and lead them to being skin and bones, sans the skin. There was annoying sting of empathy within her heart equivalent. The idea of a sibling being so callous was a bit... infuriating.

"Honestly? Your brother, this... Nick?" she began, squinting one of her haunting green eyes half-closed. "Long before it ever got to the point it did with you two? I'd have royally kicked his a-," she began before something red caught her attention, jerking her head to look at it, both eyes narrowed in an attempt to discern what it is.

"Well then, certainly looks like we'll be making another encounter soon," Grimms said calmly, casually pulling out a cigar from his pocket and attempting to light it. "What is the general percentage of amicable encounters around here, anyways?"