>>6159559"How long have you had them?" The noita asks, with a hint of joy and nary a whiff of jest in his voice.
He <span class="mu-i">actually</span> saw them. He's <span class="mu-i">actually</span> talking about them. He's making <span class="mu-i">]you</span> talk about them. You've never brought this up to anyone in any level of sincerity as anything more than a hallucination. Gods you're about to feel so stupid.
After a bout of nervous laughter, you finally approach the topic. "I think I've been seeing them since I was nineteen."
"So long before Finland," he notes. "And you are of German descent?"
You nod. "I was born and raised there at least."
The noita begins to rapid-fire questions. "Have you ever spoke with them?"
"I don't think I can have a conversation with them," you answer.
"Do they have an exact form you can see?"
"Not really, but I like to imagine theyre a girl who looks like me. Maybe with someone else's eyes."
"What do they do, mainly?"
"Sometimes, when my mind wanders, I feel tiny little fingers grabbing mine. I feel the steps of a child skipping next to me as I walk. When I'm hurt, I can sometimes hear crying."
"Have you ever had a child before?"
You don't know whether to feel offended that he'd assume you'd break the law like some schalmp, or worried at the implications of that question, but manage to squeak a "no" out during your recoil.
He tilts his head. "Truthfully? It is no crime now if they are dead."
"<span class="mu-i">No!</span>"
