Hushed Willows Let go of the moment that life makes you hold

a ghost? atwood's little blue eyes widen as he comes even closer. "like mom," he says solemnly, with a look toward the site of the attack. though frightening, it's unlikely to leave him permanently traumatized; with time, the memory will fade to only what his remaining mothers remind him of, and, occasionally, that funny slash of red in his dreams. atwood doesn't really understand the rest of what the boy is saying, but he's decided that, like it or not, he's gonna follow him for now. "you talk mom? dead?" he tries -- after all, if he's a ghost, he must be able to see ariel.