We’re still recovering from this immense feeling of loss, and Teal is changing the topic to.. Marriage prediction?

I don’t… want to think about that.

Not now, and… I don’t know when.

I take another deep breath, and try to calm down. Gently, I take her hand, and squeeze it for reassurance.

“I’m sorry. I just… all this…”

Teal squeezes my hand back, and shakes her head. “It’s… fine. I know.”

I sigh.

“I don’t think it would be a successful marriage prediction, you know. With two cards.” I take her card, and hold it together with mine. “So? Pick one.”

That makes her crack a smile. “I-I don’t know, like… one’s a devil, the other one’s… literally a hermit. Like, I-I… I don’t know, man.”

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“Just pick.” I chuckle.

“Then I want the Hermit, since I picked it just now.” She laughs gently. “Come to me, the Hermit!”

“And come to me, the Devil...!”

We share a laugh, but it is cut short.

I hear whispers, calling out my name. Of a young voice; masculine. “My liege,” it then seems to call. “I am awake.”

The whispers are quiet, but they start to get louder and louder. Teal’s widening eyes tell me she’s hearing the same thing. I tighten my grip on her hand, and she does the same. I can feel her trembling… and I wonder what she can feel from me.

Fear?

I don’t even know if I feel fear today.

I don’t even know if I can feel today.

The whispers get louder. It’s almost deafening now. I almost want to cover my ears, but I don’t want to let go of Teal’s hand…

As if on cue, she tightens her grip on me even more.

“My liege,” the whispers are now shouts.

“My liege!

My liege!

My liege...!”

Simultaneously, Teal and I drop the tarot cards from our hands.

And as soon as they hit the ground, two forms begin to appear. One appears larger, muscular. The other, small and petite.

Before we even get the full picture of the two, Teal turns to me,

“I call the beef.”

And that’s that, I guess.

A moment passes, the light changes - and suddenly, there are two men in our living room.

One, a petite boy with demon wings,

and the other, a muscular man with a television for a head.

Another moment. Teal points at television screen.

“Yes.”