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"Oh... I am sorry," Osprey apologized, when she saw, how her request had upset Mordecai. This was not the first time, when her thirst for knowledge had unknowingly trespassed the territory, which contained deeply personal stuff. It sounded as if the person, who had known everything about these spirits and probably beyond them too, had been important in her companion's life and that this person's death hadn't been an easy thing to handle. She knew from experience, how badly it hurt, if someone you knew, passed away.

"That's a common mistake we make with people we have around us - we believe them to live forever and when they don't... it sucks," she sympathized with Mordecai. "My mom died early this year and even now I have so many questions I could have asked her, but didn't and now that knowledge is gone forever," sometimes she wished that she could speak with March Owl or Aether, hear their voices or at least feel their presence. It was easy to make up a story about the loved ones, who always watched over you, but it was a lot harder to make you believe that.