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Had Fox not seen Haunter's final days, she might have dismissed Peregrine's theory outright. However, she'd been there for the last few weeks of his life, right up until the end when she'd awoken to a cold body. He hadn't been all "there," and acted much the same way that Atticus had. The thought sent her, for a moment, back to the morning when she'd awoken next to him, yelling and kicking at his stiff, lifeless body. The memory made her stomach turn, and she swallowed hard to fight back the urge to empty its contents. Still, though it didn't quite line up to what Peregrine was saying.

Fox searched for the words to explain that it might not be the case, and filled the silence by licking the top of Peregrine's head. "I don't know if you've ever heard me..." she trailed off, "but I still wake up sometimes and think that you're Haunter. He was... gone in the head, like Atticus. But when death was preparing to take him, he did not seek solace. I... I woke up next to him, and he was gone." Gone, and there, all at once. Death was such a strange and mysterious phenomena. She had never fully explained what had happened with Haunter, and she was not sure that she ever could. It was a deep, dark sadness that weighed her heart down.