Big Salmon Lake i've been catching all your ghosts for every season

gasps YAAAS

before long she is joined by the slender man that wryly, might very well have been her savior. caiaphas' gaze flitted to the stormclouded male, seeking brief eye-contact with his unclouded eye before she doled out a rough shrug. "an enemy." caiaphas said pointedly, though disappointment rubbed crudely in her tone. she had not seen him to his end -- and how she had looked forward, many nights, to being there.

"and now he's dead." the statement was delivered with such a sudden turn of noncommittal energy that caiaphas might have given alarian whiplash. she turned her gnarled muzzle sideways, studying the form and its grotesque gash along the underflank. it looked as if she was to comment on vercingetorix further, but once again caiaphas abruptly switched fuses: "where did you go, when you left rusalka?"