[Chibi's listening, he swears, but the minute that fuzzball floats into the area his eyes are on it: following it, inspecting its furry little wings as it plops itself on England's head. His first thought is is that a ghost? No; it'd be a lot more single-minded if it were, wouldn't it? It's some sort of little wabbit creature (if Zara were here, what might he think), surprisingly benign among all the wronged ghosts haunting this place.]

[So as he speaks - slowly and with thought - he offers a finger in reach of its paws to see what it'll do.]

At least one... Perhaps it may remember you, and has come back for vengeance? Or to try to communicate, either way. [A meaningful look towards the vacuum's holding tank; there's a muffled laughter from the inside in response. Nice.] They were closed off behind the train station; I spoke to someone who tried to investigate where they were being held, but it seems CERES didn't want her to know what was back there.

[Chibi can't help a guilty look at his own feet, even though he's not the one that imprisoned them. He's always felt empathy for these, the small and wronged, the ones nobody sheds tears for. The Goddess would not overlook them, so neither should he.] Were they held prisoner for that long? If that's so, no wonder they felt wronged.