"This is fucking ridiculous," Siobhàn muttered, breaking the silence that had stretched too long between them. "We've been at this for days. He's not here. If he were, don't you think we'd have found something by now? A trail? A body?"
Morrigan didn't bother looking back. "He's alive."
Siobhàn scoffed enough to echo off the empty facades around them. "'He's alive.' That's it? Just... blind faith? Let me guess; next you're going to say you can 'feel' him out there or some shit. Goddamn it, people don't just disappear like this unless they're dead."
"They do if they're Kazuo," Morrigan said, finally stopping to turn on her heel and face Siobhàn. Her crimson gaze held steady against the witch's glare.
"Or if someone cut him open and left him in a ditch," Siobhàn shot back without missing a beat.
