That’s how I died. Yeah, it sounded pretty simple and lame, but it was much more terrifying than that. I suck at narrating, alright. Deal with it. But again, I’m telling you that dying in front of an angel, inside a different time and space, was horrible and agonizing.
Oh, yeah, you must be thinking, “Aw, you’re a bad liar, Cain! You weren’t really dead. If you are, you shouldn’t be narrating this stuffs right now!” Oh yeah, right, but I assure you, I really died. Like actually died. Here let me tell you the feeling. It was like you’re floating endlessly, without nothing to hold on, nothing to grasp. You’d feel like thousands of waves are about to wash you up and you can’t do anything about it.
Truth be told, I was expecting I’ll see myself im Hell right now, right when my soul left my body (which had turned to ashes). It was quiet a shock, but I don’t know how to react shock in spirit form. But it was there, my body, right in the marble floor of the museum. My clothes were sprawled around it, but my flesh my bones.. they became ashes.
It was really quick, but I can see another form that stood right in front of my remains. It wasn’t José, or the demon–dude that had told me that he’ll reap my soul. It was another figure, a figure so bright and glowing. It had wings, just like José’s, but this one got four. It was ridiculous.
I saw the aura – the figure, sheated a golden and glowing sword, then dissolved into a golden light that was blinding enough.
Right after that, a net caught me. Yeah, it sounded ridiculous. And I felt ridiculous. If you’ve ever been in your spirit form, flouting and free and all that, imagine you get caught by a net. You’d feel stupid. It looked like it was solid and normal enough to be catching a spirit like me. But I can tell that it was invisible in mortal’s eyes.
I thrashed around it, and I wanted to scream. But instead, a hollow sound rippled through my throat. I was to panicked to look down and to know who had caught me, but when I did, I saw Quil and Mugin holding it, screaming things I couldn’t here. They were looking intensely at me, trying to say something. But I simply couldn’t here them.
Okay, what the actual ****? I thought. What were they doing? Why are they catching me with a stupid net? They surely can see me, right? But then why? Knowing that it was Quil and Mugin who had caught me, I didn’t bother to thrash around and fight. I willed myself to float towards them, amd it was hard. But the net had guided me as they pulled me towards them.
Tell me everything! I thought, because, well, I couldn’t speak directly at them. Why did that angel wanted me dead? Explain. I’ve had enough of this! I was gesturing with my hands, I can tell that my ghostly face was now glaring and snarling and scowling.
And all they did was scrunch their foreheads. I read their lips, they said, “What?” I shrugged. Theg both look at each other, panic in their eyes. Quil was saying something to Mugin in a hasty and panicked manner. Quil was stomping his foot while screaming so hard, his face turned red. He was gesturing his hands towards me.
Mugin just shook his head, closing his eyes. He had his arms crossed. And then he decided to talk. Unlike Quil who was panicking like he was the spirit caught in the net here, Mugin said something softly, normally. He also gestured his hands towards me. He looked like he was asking Quil something because Quil nodded desperately.
Then, Mugin snapped his fingers.
All the wordly sounds entered my ears. The trickle of the snow, the footsteps of someting I don’t know, the cold buzzing of the night and of course, Quil amd Mugin’s voice. I stared at Mugin in confusion and amazement. Had Mugin done this?
Quil looked at me hopelessly, while Mugin was looking dowmwards, biting his lips amd scratching his beard. They still hadn’t let me go out of the net, and I was grateful for some reasons.
“Cain...” Quil called out to me sadly, looking at me like he could not believe that I was now a spirit inside a net. “We tried to warn you.”
Guilt shattered my heart (clearly not, because I had no heart at the moment, but it was just like that.) Of course they tried to warn me, of course I thought they were stupid, of course I met a minion and of course, I’m dead. Of course I’ll feel guilt. I wanted to tell them how sorry I was, but I couldn’t speak, so I just thought about it.
“No. You have nothing to be sorry about, Cain.” Said Mugin while shaking his head. “It was our fault.”
“No, you guys have nothing to do with what had happened to me.” I said in a hollow voice, looking sorry at them. “Oh, and a question, why am I still here? Why did an angel just watched me as I die?”
I faltered. That’s what I really wanted to know. That’s what I really wanted to understand. I can’t wrap my head around it. I couldn’t believe that I was in my spirit form, caught inside a net while talking to my friends. I couldn’t believe that an angel just watched me as I die. I couldn’t believe that a simple dude like me would be caugh uo in this madness.
My friends shook their head.
“It’s... It’s not the right time for us to explain things.” It was Mugin who said that. “Your body..was burned to ashes. That’s what we need to focus on. Without your body, the spirit realm’s force would try to take you away.”
I scrunched my forehead. So? Okay, I had my body burned into red ashes, and so? What’s the problem about that? And if they’re thinking this was a problem, what would they do?
Quil looked at me desperately. “We must find you a new body.” He said, and I was in shock.
“What, you want me to possess someone?!” I thought, and once again, I thrashed around the net. No way in fucking Hell I would possess someone. I’m not gonna be one of those spirits who was so desperate they started to possess a body. I won’t let my life become like a horror movie.
“Okay, I guess I used the wrong term. I mean.. create a new one.” Said Quil, and he just made it ten times worse.
The idea seemed creepy and ridiculous. I imagined Quil and Mugin attaching arms and legs and stitching up the flesh and the intestines until they formed a new body. I imagined them like those crazy scientist – like Victor Frankenstein – making a new body.
Mugin had heard my thoughts (which was very weird, but I guess it’s because of that finger–snap thing) then he shook his head like what I was thinking was all so wrong and unbearable.
“That’s not what we meant, Cain,” he said. “The remnants of your soul still had energy, and we collected your earthly debris. With it, we can form your new body.” He looked like he was thinking. “But before all of that, please, I hope that this time you’ll agree to go seek help from Fernan.”
And so they dragged me by the net, crossing the the dark streets at the Dark Hour. The streets were colored with faint red and green now. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but the sides of the streets looked like they were covered in blood. But it wasn’t like earlier, where it was all so bloody and gloomy and creepy. Now, it was faint, like the altered hour was passing.
The whole city looked like a gloomy place under the red Moon and lime skies influence. They glowed with the color of dark green, their tops looking like it was covered with blood. It looked like a place that you can only see in horror movies, but this one was much horrible.
The whole city was dead, but color me surprised fo death– no, surprised to life when I saw a person walking the streets of the Scramble crossing. The girl looked confused, tired and disoriented. She was fidgeting under her black coat, and was looking around like she didn’t know what’s happening. But then, she seemed to get a clearer picture of her surroundings, then her eyes widened.
I thought humans couldn’t survive the Dark Hour because that’s what José had told me. He said humans would lose their minds, and snap back to reality when the Dark Hour passes. He said humans could not handle the enormous change in the time and space but..
Quil looked at the girl like she was a ghost. His grip on the handle of the net had loosened as he look at the girl. His jaw clenched, and then he looked away.
“A Walker.” I heard Mugin said, looking at the girl just across us. His rich voice had gone dark.
“Shouldn’t she be dead? Or unconscious?” I asked Mugin.
Mugin looked at me then said, “She’s a Walker. She’s human, yes, but she had the ability to see through the supernatural.” He answered.
“Should we get her?” Asked Quil. “If we don’t.. Underworld’s minions would feed on her mind.” He said that in a dark voice. He wasn’t looking at the girl, he was kust glaring at the ground.
“The Dark Hour is passing. She’ll be safe. We need to meet Fernan.” Said Mugin, although he seemed uneasy about his decision. He threw oneore look at the ravan–haired girl then focused his eyes on where we should he going.
I stared at the raven–haired girl. She was looking around, letting her mind sink at the new appearance of her surroundings. I tried to memorise her face, but her hair was all over her face, messy.
“There are many like her.” Said Mugin when he noticed that I was staring at the girl. He glanced at Quil, them pursed his lips. “Quil, are you alright?”
Oh, fun. You get to ask if Quil was alright. Well that’s fine. He didn’t die, anyway. Or was stuck in a net or something. I made sure that this thought was a thought–thought, not directed to anyone.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Asked Quil. He shrugged. “Let’s go to Fernan. He would know what to do.”
“Why is my uncle involved in these things?”I asked at them. My mind was going crazy. Why would they want Fernan’s help. Why do we need to go to him?
I imagined uncle Fernan’s face. Stern and stoic, an iron mask. I imagined seeing him again. Despite all of what happened to me, my anger for Fernan amd my family was an another problem altogether. It was seperated with my confusiona and fear of what’s happening now.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Cain.” Answered Mugin.
I gave him an incredulous look. I’ve been told that I was chased by hundreds of spirits. I’ve been threatened by a demon minion. I’ve met an angel that had watched me to as I die, and now I’m a spiritq , caught by a net. And now Mugin was telling me that I wouldn’t believe him if he answered my question like I was still that poor dude living in my sleeping bag. Like nothing happened to me at all.
I don’t know if he’s insulting me or what, but I pressed him to tell me. I couldn’t stand anot––wait, let me rephrase that. I couldn’t FLOAT another second without any of my questions getting answered.
Mugin looked like he really didn’t want to tell me this right now, but he gave up then sighed. He looked up at me, studying my ghostly face like he was thinking what would I look like after he answer me.
“Well, you see...” Mugin trailed off, “Your uncle was a servant of... Enki. He became his vessel for Enki to walk the world.”
My eyes widened. My uncle Fernan, he became a vessel for the prince of the Underworld itself. A shiver ran down my body. I couldn’t believe it. And in the back of my mind, I was thinking, what if the uncle Fernan that banished me from the Roneve wasn’t really the Fernan Roneve?
“You’re kidding.” I said.
My mind started ro create theories and I wasn’t liking it. Especially the fact that we’re going to meet him now. What if we’re not really meeting uncle Fernan, but Enki himself?
Suddenly, I felt like I wanted to get out of this magical net and float away. I had thr horrible thought that maybe Mugin and Quil was one of the servants, and they want to deliver me to their master – Enki.
Mugin seemed to sense what I was thinking. His eyes widened.
“No, it’s not like that.” He said, shaking his head. “You uncle broke his connection to Enki. He did everything in his power to do so. He lost everything he had, and now his body was rotten in the core.” He was looking down amd purisng his lips. I got tjhe feeling that he was saying that his body was literally rotten.
“But now you’re keeping in touch with him,” I said. “Why would you seek for his help?” Even if I was a spirit, I felt nervousness and anxiety take hold of me. And I felt ridiculous. I was just like myself, without my normal body.
Mugin didn’t answer. And so did Quil. They were both silent.
I tugged at the net.
“Get me out of here.”I said. I wanted to scream at them and ask countless of questions, but just like earlier, a hollow howl rippled through my throat. That’s all I did. What if they were ordered to ge me to Fernan, just like the minion I met?
“You misunderstood, Cain.” Said Quil this time. “Fernan banished you out of the Roneve because it was one of the major families that had sought alliance alongside the Phanteons of the Underworld. You’re family itself was a vessel for them, and Fernan wanted to stop that.
He realized that you would be the one next. The next vessel that Enki would seek for, and so he did something. That something was taking you out of the family. He brought you some time, and now it came to an end. That’s why we’re going to need him again.”
No, I wanted to say. It wasn’t like that. He threw me out because I was the next heir, and he justified himself ny saying that I was a disgrace at the family. I convinced myself that what I was thinking made more sense than what Quil said. But I know that it seemed possible, very possible to be honest.
“Ever since Fernan had cut ties to Them, Roneve was had never rest. They changed their way of life, and only your uncle was the one who knew about what’s the purpose of your family.” Said Quil again. We are now walking towards the private estate where Roneve’s mansion stood.
I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I couldn’t believe that this is the truth, that this is what where I came from. I wish I was another person.
“What about Elizabeth? And my father?” I asked at Quil and Mugin. Were they like uncle Fernan? Were they another vessel that those damned phanteons used? Is that why my father died? Is that why Elizabeth hated me?
Questions were swirling inside my head that Quil and Mugin could only shake their head and say nothing. I feel so nauseaus, like my confusion and fear had projected into it. They looked at me with sudden pity, but I didn’t need pity, I need answers. Damn hell I didn’t feel any pity for myself, I feel anger for no reason at all.
I decided to let it go.
“Whatever,” I said. I was feigning ignorance. “Let’s just go to Fernan.”
They both nodded then continued to ealk along the sidewalk, the two of them holding the net where I was caught up. I noticed that the blood red moon had turned into a fainter shade of red and pink, until it became it’s normal color, glowing white.
The streets no longer looked like it was caked in blood and lime. The sky had turned into it’s normal dark shade, letting the moon shine. I cab no longer sense or see figures standing in front of houses or behind the trees.
The Dark Hour has passed.
If I had a watch, I’ll know that it was now one in the morning, like nothing just happened. The people who became lost in their own mind will snap back to reality, while the people who had experienced it – lik the girl earlier – would be so disoriented and confused.
I wish that would just happen to me, like snap back to reality, not dead. I keep reminding myself that I’m dead, just caught up in this net. An angel watched me as I die. I still can remember José’s merciless emotion as he stare right into my eyes as I die.
There’s one thing that I couldn’t understand. Scratch that, I couldn’t understand anything, but there’s something that José said had caught my attention. “You shall not escspe death once more.” He said. It didn’t made sense, unless if he’s talking about all those death attempts that gangs and all that caused to me.
I looked at my hands. I was transparent, but I still had my color. The whole world passed through my hands, and when I looked at something through it, I felt like I was looking through a telescope. I was really a spirit, and my body has burned into ashes. But I feel.. alive. Well, if alive was all floating and not having to breath and all that.
I watched my frieds steer the net to the right direction. This time, we’re nearing the private estate that I don’t even know that existed. It says, “Estate Gardens.” It was the most obvious name I’d seen my whole life.
“This is where they’ve been staying?” I said at my friends. “And, wow, I can’t believe that this estate even exists.”
“No, silly,” said Quil, “Your family owns this whole estate.”
Sometimes, I jusy forget how rich my family is. Or how they live. One time, I was nine, as I can remember, my uncle literally rented a whole resort and a villa because it was Alex’s birthday back then.
Alex and I thought that it was ridiculous, so the whole day, Alex acted with attitude and sarcasm. When the night came, she and I celebrated her birthday in her bedroom, accompanied by some of our friends.
But that was so long ago, I was a child. And now I was a dead person. Like literally, but somehow still living – or dying. I don’t know. But I wish I could turn back time. Everything I do was just wrong, every decision I made.
“Your destiny was inevitable, Cain.” Said Quil. It seemed like I was literally thinking out loud. He looked at me like he was sorry. “You can’t do anything about it.”
I looked at my hands. Transparent. Not there. I thought about what had happened, and how I died.
“I guess you’re right.” I said. And I was grateful that’s all I can say.
The private estate looks like a small town, instead of an “estate.” I couldn’t helieve it when we reached it. The main gate was so huge, they looked like walls. Beside it was countless of trees that I can see, peeking through the boundaries. It looked like something that wouldn’t exist on a city likr Phoenix.
Wowser, I thought. What is this, a town? I wanted to laugh. I was both amazed and ridiculed. Why buy a land as big and wide as this when you’re the only one who lives here? I thought again thinking about Fernan.
“Actually, no,” said Mugin when he heard my thoughts. “You have two cousins there, and another two relatives that I don’t knoe who.”
“How in the world do you know this, Mugin?” I said, still in my hollow voice.
“We’ll tell you later,” He answered.
“We should get going.” Said Quil, then stirred us towards the gate that looked like walls, with designs and all that.
Then, we reached the guard house. It was Quil who talked to the sleepy and lazy looking guard. He had a cup of coffee in his hands while listening to Quil, nodding reluctantly until he let us in.
The estate was so wide, and there’s a fountain placed in it right in the middle. The sides were trees and little statues placed stylishly. I can tell that behind those shaved trees and wall that’s covered with moss and all, is a big garden. I can hear streaming water and all that behind it.
Behind the fountains, and at the end of the circular paths, is a mansion. Too big to get your eyes on, and also too big for you to get it’s whole look. It was ridiculously big, for me, at least. It was mostly made with marble. It was a six–storey with gargoyles at the edge of the roof and other rich–people–live– here details.
“I hope you’re ready for this, Cain.” Said Mugin, and they continued to advance towards the mansion.
“I do, too,” Because god knows how I hated to be here. God knows how much I wanted to spill my anger all of this years. Look, even if my uncle Fernan has answers I need and I was dead and was a spirit doesn’t mean I can already let go of my grudges and anger and all that. I lived in the streets for seven damn years because of that old man, how come I won’t be angry?
“Calm down, Cain.” Said Quil when he noticed that I was snarling and all that. I guess my emotions had shown to my ghostly face. “Fernan has his reasons. You should at least try to understand them.”
“You don’t know any damned thing.” I snapped at Quil.
He looked shocked, but he didn’t say anything. I know it was very rude of me, but I couldn’t help it. It was one of my ’flaws’, my temper. Ever since I was a kid, I never had that much understanding for others if my own temper gets in the way.
“Sorry,” I said. “I got my emotion unchecked.”
“Nah, it’s nothing,” Said Quil then smiled a little at me.
When we neared the door, I realized there wasn’t even a lock or something. It’s like Fernan was wisw enough to get himself killed and stolen from. It was actually a very nice idea.
Then, Quil touched the oak door. He said, “This place would crumble.” He looked at us. “He’s fading away.”
I’m not reay sure who’s he talking about, but Mugin got pale, and there was this frantic look in his eyes. He shook his head then said. “Too late. We’re too late.”
When they opened the door, I realized what they were talking about. I’m surprised the door wasn’t destroyed because the whole mansion is. The furnitures – which was consisted of armors and weapons and all those shiny and shimmering stuffs – we’re cutnin half, dented, destroyed or burned.
The walls may have been beautiful without those masty claw marks. I feel like a monster or something made it’s way in here, and my uncle had let it come, because if not, the door would have been destroyed right now.
I’m going to tell you now, I was scared. But not as scared when I saw am old man, sitting eight in the middle of the living room, his head cast downwards and his whole figure looked like an old wilted plant.
Uncle Fernan looked like he was waiting for death. He was frail, and he has gone pale and skinny, his flesh looked yellow. He had bandages all over his body. His arms, the side of his face, his neck, his eyes.
He smelled what Mugin had said. He smelled rotten. Like actual dead meat. It made me want to puke, which I surely would have if I had a body. He was rotting, I can see red and yellow and black fluid staining his bandages. I couldn’t believe it. For a moment, I felt pity.
Then, he tilted his head towards us. I couldn’t see what he was feeling, because his eyes were covered in bandages. But his chapped and yellow lips were set in a hard line.
“You’re here.” He said, looking at nowhere. But I had a feeling that he was talking to me. He stood up, his knees wobbling. “I tried summoning him.”
“What?” I managed to say.
But no one gave me the attention that I needed. Mugin and Quil made their way towards Fernan, theur faces pale and fear–striken.
“But, sir,” Quil had said. “You know that was dangerous. He tried to attack you, didn’t he?” Quil’s face was hollow as he look at my uncle.
“He did,” said my uncle Fernan. “But he couldn’t. He and I were connected still, and he was too prideful to lose a part of him... That’s the only reason why I am still alive.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake.” I said in my hollow and faint voice. “What is happening? Tell me!” I exclaimed.
This time, Fernan had his eyes– hold up, his head on me. He turned to me, and when he did, a creepy and thin smile crept into his lips. I didn’t notice this earlier, but he had red, violet and yellow patched on his face.
That’s all he did, then turned away. I felt my anger double up, and if I had a mortal body, I swear that I would see red because of my anguish. If I waa still alive, I would’ve knocked every furniture here and throw them at my uncle. But I didn’t know how to express my anger in spirit form, so I suppresses it, kept it still.
He a faint and weak voice, he said, “Come.”
Mugin and Quil didn’t think twice to follow my uncle, and I would have prefered to stay in here if I wasn’t a spirit, caught in a net.
“Hey wait,” I said. “I think I need ANSWERS right now.” I was glaring at my uncle, and I hoped he can see my anger through my hollow eyes.
I felt like an evil spirit because of my grudge. But I didn’t do anything about it. I can’t let Quil and Mugin drag me wherever my uncle wants us to be.
My uncle stopped, and looked at me straight like he actuallh had a vision. “Answers would come as they go, Cain.” He said, and once again, I felt like I wanted to let my anger wash up like waves when he said my name. He seemed to notice mg anger. He lowered his head. “You won’t believe how sorry I am.”
“Damn hell I won’t believe you.” I growled.
“I’m sorry, Cain. But it was the only way. I had brought you some time.” His voice sounded so weak, so old, so frail.
I didn’t understand whatever he said and just continued to glare at him. Call me childish or whatever, but I had the right to feel this way. Yes, Quil and Mugin had said my uncle’s reasons. But my mind’s blank with rage to even think about what is his damned reason. I didn’t say anything, because even I, was afraid of what I might say.
Fernan’s voice faltered, then he turned away. “I... I’ll make it up to you. If it was the only way, then I’ll do it.” Said Fernan, and there was guilt in his voice.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “What will you do?”
He didn’t answer me then continued walking the corridor, with us following him. I didn’t ask again, knowing that he would keep his mouth shout. The corridor that we’re tracking now was filled with armored statues, and there was those acrylic paintings of ***** angels and demons.
I’m gonna give it to Fernan, his style was creep–shocking. But at the same time, it was amazing, fascinating. The paintings seemed like it was telling a story, and the armors looked like it was used. The weapons inside the glass frames had rough edges, same as the armors.
Then, we reached the end of the corridor. Now,we are facing a big, dark wood door with carvings of some kind of ancient scriptures. Whatever behinds’s the door, it scared Fernan, and brought nervousness to Mugin and Quil. While here I was, curious.
Fernan looked paler as usual while he felt his way to the lock of the door. He let out a glutteral sound, like he was choking right when his hands felf the two large knobs of the door. Then, he reached for the pocket of his suit. He was doing all of this in a panicked and frantic manner.
I can no longer see the stern and stoic Fernan. His steely eyes was now covered in bandages, and I can see thag all of his confidence, his prideful aura – had suddenky left him. He was now nothing but a lonely mam living alone in a mansion.
A tinge of pity stirred inside me. What had happened to uncle Fernan?
“What’s he doing?” I asked ar Quil, who’s the nearest to me. “What’s behind that door?”
“Nothing pretty.” Said Quil, his eyebrows furrowing and his jaw clenching. He shook his head, the look on his face replaced with worry. “I couldn’t believe he’s going to do this again.”
He was more like talking to himself instead of me, so I tried not to ask him what he was talking about. Whatever it is, I don’t feel like I wanted to know it. Uncle Fernan was still feeling for his pocket even though he already had what I think he was looking for. It was a single and small silver key.
Then, he snapped up. I feel like he was staring at the door even though his eyes were covered. He was acting so weird, it slightly creeped me out. He put his left hand on the carvings of the door, murmuring like, “A’kkala te Ea’nki y.” And a bunch of words like “Burger, fries, ketsup.” Or at least it sounded like that.
Then suddenly, the carving glowed blood red. I realkzed that it wasn’t just a carving, it’s a bunch of symbols that I couldnn’t understand. It was consisted of dots and lines that had formed a slanted diamond shape, with lines as it’s sides. It looked like a winged disk.
Right in the middle of the symbol, appeared a keyhole. I rolled of course. I couldn’t believe how cliché it was even with thosoe glowing runes and symbol.
But still, I managed to say something anti–climactic.
“Well, wow.” I muttered.
My friend looked at me like I was someone crazy. I shrugged. This glowing–symbols–would–make–a–keyhole–appear was nothing compared by dying and having an angel watching all that, muttering things I have no idea about. Or dying and being a spirit. You can’t just expect me to go all crazy because a keyhole appeared right in the middle of a symbol.
“It’s the symbol of Azazel. The Faravahar.” Quil said out of nowhere.
“Who?” I asked in confusion.
His eyes lowered, then didn’t say anything. I squinted my eyes at him. “Thanks.” I said sarcastically.
Anyway, back to the real deal. When my uncle had placed the key in the keyhole (of course), nothing magical happened. The glowing symbol died out, and it looked like a normal door again. All of this was so anti–clamactic, I wanted to laugh. With all the things that happened to me this day, a normal door can now weird me out. I was expecting it would turn into a monster, or even speak about my death in sixty languages. But no, the door is normal.
But I guess this was better than having it blowing up right in front of our faces.
“Hold up,” said Mugin at my uncle. With how they interest with each other, I’m thinking that they may have known each other for along time, longer than I knew Quil and Mugin. But maybe I’m just overthinking here. “What... What if he doesn’t help you?”
“He will,” Said my uncle Fernan, and he sounded so sure. Then, he turned his head on me. I once again felt weird because he lookes like he was so sure that it was me who he’s talking about. “He’d even be glad to do so.”
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