“Alright, let’s hear some theories.”
“Secret love child!”
“Evil twin!”
“Demonic contract!”
“Clone gone wrong!”
“Complete coincidence!”
“Secret love child from the FUTURE!”
“Magic accident!”
“Espresso overdose?”
“Edgy phase!”
“Whatever the Infernal version of a furry would be?”
“Secret love child from an alternate continuity!”
Crucifera held up a hand and the room immediately fell silent. Eyes closed, he let the ideas mingle in his head, nodding to himself before opening his left pair
Every part of his body was still numb. No one in his department had spoken a word since it happened. Maybe a hesitant question here, a quiet transfer request there, but nothing more. The rest of Limbo, he imagined, was still buzzing with activity, pleasantly unaware of what lurked beyond the horizon. But here, where everyone knew what he was thinking, there was hardly so much as a sound. Ola wasn’t offering anyone snacks, Clevae didn’t have any smart comments, and there wasn’t a single soul awaiting judgment.
Spades didn’t know how much time had passed since then. He couldn’t remember the last interview he held.