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Later in the night Jet woke up once the wine had passed through his system. He needed to relieve himself bad. Kaya was still latched onto him like a lamprey however. He remembers hating it when she did that, now he thinks he missed it dearly. But it was still awkward. He pried himself free and made his way to the bathroom where he spent more time than he would've liked due to some... complications. Once he was done he walked back into the room and saw his sister laying in bed, illuminated by the bright light of the full moon. He let out a weary sigh and walked up to the window instead where he rested his elbows on the still and held up his head in a silent prayer.
It started as contemplation but turned into begging rather quick as he asked for answers. He wanted to know, more than anything else, why is he cursed like this. He needed to know what he did in a previous life to deserve such cruel and unusual treatment. By all reason he should've exalted with Kaya on the same day. Instead he's giving his all every day only to be denied day after day. And now he even has to argue with Exalts why he's worth their time, when he himself doesn't believe he is. Jet feels like he's failing a test he doesn't even know the question for. And it's driving him mad.
But as he stands there muttering to any god willing to listen something hits his ears that snaps him out of his trance like state. A tiny, high-pitched voice with a chip like the sound of a grasshopper.
"Erm. Excuse me sir."
Jet looked down at the windowsill and saw what looked like an oversized locust, only deformed.
"What?"
"Sorry for troubling you but please sir. I am oh so terribly famished. Please, may I have just a crumb of waste?"
Jet looked down at the bottle laying on the ground and picked it up to check what the hell Kaya had been feeding him.
"Yes! That! If sir doth not need it, mayhaps I can have it? I'm so hungry."
"I'm... sorry but it's gone."
He whispered back to what he thought to be a vivid hallucination.
"Oh it's not gone sir. That nasty poison is still in your body. I could remove it. If it pleases you sir."
Jet frowned. Though the wine clouded his mind he did manage to piece things together.
"Wait. You're real aren't you?"
He looked at the window and, thanks to the moonlight, saw that there was a segment of the wall that was colored differently than the rest. He gave it a hard look and licked it to confirm his suspicion. The window was lined with salt rock.
"You're some sort of spirit..."
"A demon, yes sir!"
It said in tune as chipper as ever.
"I am Sesseljae. A stomach-bottle-bug."
"Begone fiend! Get out of my sight at once!"
"Please sir... I beg of thee. The masters of this temple are ever so beastly. They kept me locked in a gold jar and fed me rarely. I just wish to eat what ails you. I'll be on my way then. I swear it!"
