“How can you be so dense?” the voice came from a row of stacked books, “Every time you open your mouth, I am reminded of just how miserable my situation is.” Medusa Gorgon walked out from a line of bookcases. Shadows slowly edged away to reveal her, feet first of course. “You see, Ars, just because he is dead doesn’t mean what he did hasn’t damaged you. And I am here to… he… hee…” she coughed and took a breath, “I am here to… ugh…” she shuddered.

Oh please don’t tell me, “…You’re here to help me?” I finished for her.

Her jaw was visibly clenching and her smile lacked any form of genuine goodwill, “Yes.” She answered with incredible reluctance, “Yes I am.”

My other me laughed at me, “I think we’re going to have all sorts of fun here.”