Koda looked at her and nodded his head. "I expected that." He said. Sounding a bit disappointed. Until she continued. "Feeling them is good. Its a one up to the rest of the world." He said. Meant she wouldn't think him crazy. Right? That is what it meant. It had to mean that. Or maybe that was just hopeful wishes. Hopeful thinking if you will. He needed someone besides Momma Christine not to think him crazy. Sure he was a reclusive due to nobody understanding him but he still deep down craved understanding and acceptance from others. He listened to her speaking. Not saying anything about the warrenting using his rag comment. He slid it back into his pocket. Listening to her speak. "I like the way you talk. You have a nice way of talking. Its different and unique. Different and unique is good." He said with a hint of a smile on his lips.<br/><br/>He listened to her speak. Sighing a bit. "Death is all I know. Death accepts me and understands me." He said softly. She had elven hearing so she would catch it anyways. "I see them. I hear them. I always have. Even as a baby." He said honestly. He didn't lie. He had never lied and that is why people hated and feared him because he spoke honesty without hesitation of faulty words. He looked at her. "It is nice that you think that. The rest of the world doesn't." He said. He bowed his head to her as she bowed. Looking at what she had. "That will taste good...thank you." he said. He then fell into a deeper silence. Listening to her as she spoke.<span style="font-style: italic">Is blood lady going to come back?</span>Came the voice of the little girl Natari. She was only five years old when an illness took her life from her. "I don't know Natari. She'll be here for awhile. Maybe she can get Momma Christine to eat."<br/><br/>He pulled the littled girl into his lap and began to tell all the ghost kids a story.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He travelled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess.<br/><br/>     One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.<br/><br/>     It was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.<br/><br/>     Well, we'll soon find that out, thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.<br/><br/>     On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.<br/><br/>     "Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"<br/><br/>     Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.  Nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that.  So the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a real princess; and the pea was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.<br/><br/>     There, that is a true story. </span></span><br/><br/>He watched as like living children the ghosts children fell asleep. Using his magic he was able to pick them up and lay them in their graves. "Sleep well little ones." He said softly. The rest of the ghosts branched off and talking to each other. He stood up and stretched. Who knows how long he had been out here. He picked up the youngest who was not even a year old. Only nine months old. She always pained him the worse of all the children. Pnuemonia had taken her back in the 1700s. Poor baby. He gently laid her soul back into the grave. Then picked up Bobby. A boy of thirteen years of age who was autistic and had been killed by his mother who couldn't handle a special needs child. He lower him into his grave too. He knew what ghost went where and whose grave it was. It had taken him a year to do it but he had learned it all.<br/><br/>"Be back later everyone." They cheered and waved him off as he left the graveyard and entered the castle. He walked into his room and cleaned up. Changing into fresh clothes as Christine had made sure he had more than enough and he washed every other three days just to make sure he didn't run out. He then headed down the stairs and heard the yelling. He smiled a bit. Least someone got her to get out of there. He sometimes scared her out of there when she went over a week. Tomorrow he'd have spooked her out of there. The random ghostage he sent in there always got her out of there. Though he always got tickle tortured by her for it. It had become like their "thing". That was a family interaction. Playing around like that. She treated him like a son. In fact she had been trying sine their second meeting to get him to come live with her.<br/><br/>He just hadn't given up entirely on his parents. Off and on over the years he'd stay with her for some time then go back. Then a few years ago he finally gave up on them. Gave up on them being real parents and loving him unconditionally. In his own right he'd been trying to earn their love but it hadn't worked. Each time it hadn't Christine was there to comfort him when he needed someone living to hug onto. She was always there for him ever since their first meeting. She had been the very first person not to treat him like a freak or a monster because of his power. The only family he needed was Momma Christine. He had been a bit slow at realizing it but now that he had he was contented with it.<br/><br/>He was on the main floor now and headed towards the dining hall. He walked slowly towards it. He had will-o-wisps forming a trail of light behind him as the essentially stalked him. He was like a spirit orb magnet or something. They were always there. He walked through the dining room door. Looking at Christine with a full out smile. "Sorry I am late Momma Christine. I was telling the kids a fairy tale story and putting them to bed in their graves. Then I had to clean up and change." He looked at Serenity now. "I hope you both weren't waiting on me long." He sat on Christine's left. Like he always did. He always sat on her left. He then fell silent as Jared sent the maids in with food. He was looked at Serenity and nodded his head to her too.