Abaddon tilts his head, somewhat surprised by his descendant's refusal to be returned to life, especially after dying in such a painful and frightening manner.
However, he could sense some lingering emotions deep inside the young spirit that he wasn't addressing.
"Do you have no loved ones? No kind faces that you would wish to see again?"
The ghost's expression becomes melancholic.
"...I do, my lord. But... they can go on without me. I... have no right to stand beside them."
Before Abaddon can press him for further answers, Kanami steps to his side. "Brother, I'm sensing humans in the area. A considerable amount."
Abaddon notices the ghost tense up at the mention of them.
"...Bring them to me. Unharmed."
In an instant, all of the euphrates vanish.
As the ground rumbles from Gandora's clash, Abaddon takes a seat in midair, his legs crossed and his chin resting on his knuckles.
When he looks upon his descendant, his patience is noticeably less than it was a moment before.
