Ankyra Sound i got to take what i’m making, and turn it into something for you.

as kiwi strode away, laughter rose behind her.

perhaps the siren had finally snapped -- or perhaps she had finally made the mortal connection those with nothing to lose were forced to make: the absolute futility of that dogged thing called living.

caiaphas' mocking laughter did not cease until well after kiwi slipped from view. the crone, the rusalkan, the siren -- whatever title she held now, it was not just grudge-holder - and perhaps, kiwi had come closer to the mark than she had ever realized when she accused caiaphas of holding company with ghosts that refused to quit their hauntings.