“Yes…” His question made her think he must’ve been from Earth, or some recognizable form of it.

It was possible the Japan he knew was a Japan without shards of sesshouseki. The thought made her stomach lurch.

After a beat of watching Skulduggery stare into the darkness, Yomi veered to the right, toward the Sun Room balcony. She had never felt the need to seek sanctuary herself, but she knew from her intel gathering that the chapel was more than it appeared at night. Possibly a means to return herself to full strength. She’d meant what she’d said to the man before--if she couldn’t have a proper death, then she wanted a proper healing. Yomi’s human side had a vested interest in the former, but it was the sesshouseki who wanted the latter. Two extremes at war, and only room for one winner.

“I’m going this way. Good luck with your search.”