Chase stroked Nyx's hair compassionately, calmly and quietly listening to her life. "You don't have to be sorry," he whispered. "Not one bit. For the record, I love your hair; the colors are playful and make me happy. And, before I came here, black was the only color I wore. Ana would always wear white. It was like a game. Even though I'm a boy and she was a girl, we were identical twins, and before her hair got long that was how people told us apart."<br/><br/>"Our parents worked a lot too, but we didn't have any maids or anything. And... we actually didn't play as many games together as I wanted... We spent a lot of time practicing...." He paused for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to go on. When he'd made up his mind, he smiled sadly at her, "That's why I'm so sure... the people you see, they are real. They come to you because you're the only one who's able to see them... After all, it was one of them that hurt your leg, wasn't it?" Chase was talking about her thigh: it was scratched up, and the claw marks couldn't be made by a human. He'd noticed it the second he saw her. "...Those marks... are from a cat's claws."<br/><br/>He paused before continuing. "Whether you like it or not, you're special. Things like this happen to people sometimes... Ana and I were special too. Just born that way I guess. I'm strong and I learn fast, and she could fix things... and people. Our parents never noticed what we could do. Grownups really aren't as smart as they pretend to be. One of you is worth a thousand of them."