[For Damien O'Donavon] Cont'ed from "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell..."

[silvereyedphage]

Continued from HereIt's almost a relief to Muraki's extraordinary senses when Mrs. Harmon has gone on her way, and to settle his nerves, he sets to work gently wiping down the table and packing up the equipment. "It must seem strange, but these machines, as wondrous as they are, have their limitations," he says. He draws in a cleansing breath,

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[for_ireland]

Damien looks at him for a moment, surprised by the turn of the conversation, but not closing his mind to it.

"Aye, I have...heard of such things, although we didn't study them in medical school," he said carefully. "And also in the Church, they speak of such things. Miracles - the good ones, or possessions - the bad. Are you saying that you...sensed something from the wee babes that the instruments did not pick up?"

His voice is tense, but not condemning. He sounds basically like he just wants more information before forming an opinion on the matter.

[silvereyedphage]

"I'm saying that I saw something about one of Mrs. Harmon's twins: her son is not...entirely human," he says, weighing the words delicately. "I've heard of such things happening: My grandfather worked with a similar case."

[for_ireland]

"Not...entirely...human..."

He sounds each word out distinctly, blinking in surprise.

"If it isn't...human, then what is it?"

[silvereyedphage]

Muraki takes off his eyeglasses, baring his soul, as it were. "For now, it's hard to tell: I can sense the ...spirits of the children, and one is hard for me to put a name to it," he says. "It could be the child of an angel or of a demon. It's hard for me to put a name to it, for now: there's a kind of interference from their mother's spirit, which makes a clean read difficult."