Sebastien's dark blue gaze peered through the dark fog that hung around his silvery light as he spied the smaller figure nearby. At first, he didn't notice his transparent nature, looking down upon a small boy whom he didn't immediately recognize. He nearly pulled back in surprise, but he refrained, not wanting to scare him off. Though, he wondered why a boy his age would even be in such a dark unforgiving place. But as his eyes adjusted to the darkness behind him, he realized, that this boy was no more real than the silvery light that now surrounded him.<br/><br/>Looking straight through his body to the cold ground behind him, his figure a ghostly vision of the past. Disoriented and broken, a glimmer of someone else, but then he noticed those blue eyes. His words, so soft, so familiar, why did he remind him so much of himself? With that question in his mind, he realized, it was not himself he was seeing before him, it was Francis.<br/><br/>He froze, his eyes widening as he realized that this boy was none other than his younger brother. Sebastien wanted to reach out, to run his hand over his cheek as if to see if he were real, but he was frozen for a moment. The forest around them disappearing as he stared down at him. His heart lurching as he described his new existence, and he did not recoil as he reached out to touch his chest. He could not push him away.<br/><br/>But as his hand came to press against the tabard along Sebastien's chest he felt the cold chill of death creeping across his skin as if it were bare. His heart beginning to beat faster as panic set in, but his mind was a mile away. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">Francis, why are you here? You shouldn't be trapped here. Mother said your soul moved on safely, you.. weren't stuck on this world.</span>" He said so confusedly, his hand slowly reaching out to touch the boy's cheek, but he froze before he did.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">Seb?</span>" Sebastien suddenly made a strange sound, sounding somewhere between a sob and a laugh as he finally felt his control returning to his limbs, but the coldness on his chest lingered. Finally, he tried to force the hand away from his chest. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">You, you are not Francis... you're..</span>" He said, only half sure, the other half of his body screaming not to push the boy away. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">Francis... Francis never called me Seb... he only called me... Bast...</span>" His eyes jerking down to where the hand was as he continued to try to force it away, realizing the apparition was trying to steal his warmth, but he wouldn't go down so easily. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">You're another trick, meant to stop me on my accent, but I will not be swayed. I will get to the top and release all these souls here. Even yours if you're even actually a soul.</span>"<br/><br/>Slowly, Sebastien felt his courage and sense of self returning.