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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy appears on the plane in a huddle, muttering to herself. She looks ill. Everything about her seems dull, like someone took an eraser to a sketch of a gray cat and couldn't scrub the image away.]

I don't like this. I don't like this, ladies and gents.

[She sneezes, and there's a flash of light around her. She curls into a ball and starts shivering.]




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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Chuckle, again with the tinny echo.] You always were slow. Anything's possible here, Chris. Just think of the power those two must have.

[ghostlighter]

If were really you, why would they bring you back through a psychic cat? This isn't happening.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Means to an end. This is one step on the way to a full recovery. Spirit's the easy part. A body, that's the trick. I'll be all better, and then you'll see everything you worked for destroyed.

[Cy totters and collapses.]

[ghostlighter]

[Chris reluctantly reaches out to steady her and keep her from hurting herself, but then pulls his hand back. More to himself than anything—]

No. We stopped Gideon. You can't come back.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Says the half-ghost freak.

[ghostlighter]

[Nngh.]

That's different.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

What's different for you can be different for me. Don't you want me back?

[ghostlighter]

... Not like this.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

God, no. Who wants to spend the rest of their life in a cat? Those Twins, Chris. If I can take one of them, nothing in the world could keep me from getting back what's mine. Not even the Sisters.

[ghostlighter]

Is that what they are to you? Just 'the sisters'?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Why would they be anything else?

[ghostlighter]

They're family. They did everything they could to help you.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

They're dead.

Well, no. They will be dead. Just you wait and see.

[Cy twitches, the tinny echo fading again.] Ooh drunken sailors, the sea won't stop tossing.

[ghostlighter]

They won't. They— ... Cy. It's not really him, is it? It can't be.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Shivering] There's too many to tell, all the labels torn off, the card catalog got flipped and they're all coming down on my head.

[ghostlighter]

... I'll go. He won't bother you if I'm not here.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

He's still whispering, like all the rest. [Echoed in Wyatt's voice.]

[ghostlighter]

[fskln DX] I don't know how to help. If I had my powers, maybe I could, but...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

You can't, Falkenburg. [And then, one sentence superimposed over the other, one in Cy's voice, one faintly in Wyatt's:] No one can. You never could.

[ghostlighter]

[His inferiority complex really doesn't need this.] Shut up, Wyatt.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

You could never make me do anything and you never will Chris.

[ghostlighter]

[He glances away for just a second.] I stopped you, didn't I?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Which is why I'm talking to you?

[ghostlighter]

This isn't real.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Pinch me, I must be dreaming.