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"What was yours of me?" Maya asked curiously.
"Good point. I'm just going in on first impressions."
Maya threw her bits in the pile. "Final answer?"
"Drinking contest," said Maya. "If you wanna bet, I'll put twenty on Night."
"My money's on Night," said Maya.
"Well, try not to puke on my floor."
"Right up, dude." Maya got everyone shot glasses and filled them with vodka. "What's been happening? I sorta spaced out."
Azrael winced. "Is there no quieter way for you to arrive? Dear Celestia!"
Skydust transmitted, "This is very natural for me. I tell Maya things like this all the time."
"They?" Skydust shook his head. "It's only me." Azrael left and returned to the door.
"Interesting conversation with Architect, by the way," Skydust commented.
Azrael winced, his cold body tensing. "Er... you are welcome."
Azrael nodded. "I can attempt to call upon their spirits tonight. If they've died, you'll meet them. Otherwise... you have more searching to do."
"You would appear to not even be sure if they're dead," said Azrael. "I've no desire to charge you money for potentially wasting your time."
Azrael shook his head and walked over to the booth. "What makes you think I would charge you?"
Azrael's ear twitched, hearing her from the door. He simply nodded in response.
"Well, it doesn't make the most sense that they would just dump all their things off and leave." Skydust motioned to Azrael. "If this is the...
"I wonder... I hate to say this, but is there a chance they're no longer around?"
"Have you ever thought about going to find them?" He asked.
"If you do get fired, stop by here. We could always use extra help. And your parents left you? That seems... oddly cruel," Skydust told her. "I'm...
