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The stranger's voice wasn't grating, but there was a quality to it that disturbed Mou. An unhinged, somewhat manic sound. When they mentioned Potema—and subsequently caused Maegi's teeth to flash like a grimace of disgust—the ghost moved to intercept; he flowed forth like a mist, coming up alongside the woman with his hackles bristling and tail raised, even though he did not have a right to such a posture anymore. He huffed through his nose, moved so his good eye was trained on the dark stranger, but brushed his shoulder against Maegi as if to calm her as he lunged that final step. He would not interfere unless she told him to, of course.