Redhawk Caldera Vessel

Before the boy could react, they were joined by something. . .extraordinary. Killdeer marveled upon the aged form of Bronco for a few long moments, barely registering his words, before realizing the transparency, the differences. . .

Dad, Killer echoed his younger half-brother, shaking his head. Seriously. I'm totally tripping, because you—why do you. . .look like—?

He didn't believe in ghosts, or at least, he didn't think he believed in ghosts. He was ambivalent about the whole thing, really.

But then, what was this?

I found your son, I think? he went on. Not you, he added, glancing at Ponyboy. He said his name was Coltan. But I guess there was something. . .off about him? And now he seems to be gone?

Killdeer had never been the sharpest knife in the drawer, bless him.