Bab 489: I'm Sorry Too

Seeing this golden dust floating in the air, the ghostly woman who greatly resembled Ostrexora let out a long sigh. Peter, who was next to her, was surprisingly still alive and unharmed, a sort of temporary armistice having conveniently been established between the two enemies.

"So, what made you change your mind Ostrexora? Just a minute earlier I was under the impression that you were trying to kill me?" Peter blurted out.

"You... weren't imagining it. Many things... have changed since then." Ostrexora winced uncannily, her face going from frigid placidity to a hateful grin entirely directed at him. "Aaaaarrrhh, get the hell out of my body!"

The junkie yawned unperturbed as he watched the ghostly woman pull her own hair out, then argue with herself as if she were suffering from a multiple personality disorder.