[Butterfly's voice is taut and quiet, and just barely edged with the growl of a feline ready to bare his claws]

...It's not her. It can't be. I don't like these illusions. Not one bit. Is this some sort of game to these ghosts? Is this hell? What did we ever do?

[He sighs, disgusted and shaken, the bell around his neck jingling for all to hear]

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