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If he thought about his big brother long enough Screech would inevitably think of his sister too, and that would spiral in to a weird amalgamation over time — since Liffey was his adoptive sister and Rannoch was his brother (also sort-of adopted but in another way) and they were together, Screech realized as he moseyed that he'd built himself an incestuous little family. He found himself snickering to himself at the thought, but this stopped when he heard something - a call, a cough, - and whatever mirth he had been feeling was replaced by a stern irritation.

He glanced around until his gaze landed on the stranger; it took a little bit longer than it should've but he only had the one eye, so whatever. A vague sense of recognition caught in his mind's eye too, upon seeing the dark figure; he wondered if he'd been found out by the Cerberus after all, and tensed, ready to bolt. But the stranger was thinner and much smaller than any of the sisters. There were striations of white upon their face, as if their body was actively rebelling against the darkness it was born with. Screech drifted closer but kept a healthy space between the two of them, and then murmured, Who're you?