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The reply that followed was something that Kierkegaard did not anticipate. His molten gaze fell on the youthful boy with some contemplation. The mercenary wondered why he would be afraid to venture out beyond the grotto. There must have been a reason for him to feel as though he was safer within the caves. While his tone did not reflect fear, the ghost could sense something looming over him. At this, the brute frowned and drew his gaze away. ”You have a pack to protect you from the outside,” he rumbled softly. Some of his harsh resolve had softened by the peculiar lad. Still, he remained stiff and distant to the youth. He had never known his way around communication.

The next question was moderately more surprising. Kierke’s ears were thrust forward with growing interest. He wanted to know about Caiaphas. ”She is in the sound. Tending to her own matters,” Kierkegaard remarked, almost stiffly.