It really did bother Jokull that he wasn't able to hear the thoughts that were going through his son's head. This wasn't how conversations were supposed to go for him. Ever since he'd died he'd learned things that he wouldn't have while alive, but he hadn't heard one single thought that wasn't his own. That did bother him. "So I've seen. She seems to be giving your mother a rather hard time of it." Jokull's smile said how much he approved. If only Dagmar would get on board and be more difficult all of the time then they'd have all done him at least a little proud. "She probably turned into a little puddle of water once or twice." Jokull had seen that happened, though he was not usually the cause. She knew it'd only get worse if she did that. "Good, he likely deserved it. Dagmar could use help choosing these friends of hers." That one had been especially irritating. Jokull had been more than happy to curse her and leave her writhing on the side of the road. He hoped she was dead somewhere.
"That could be." And Leif was the only one of his children who had picked up the psychic trait. It had irritated him sometimes, when he thought about it, to realize that his children tended to have more in common with Linnea than they did with him. Except, of course, for the blood. It didn't matter what they were they'd still have that demonic blood rushing through their veins. "Ahhhh, they left out the most important part." Jokull crossed his arms, an almost amused look on his face. "First Arich got himself rather stepped on. That would have done it. I think the bullets just made her feel better." The funny thing was that Jokull didn't even remember what it'd felt like. It had just happened and he'd 'woken up' as it were, dead. A ghost. "Well. It wasn't her. Do you really think that Linnea is anywhere near capable of shooting a gun? An entire glacier dropped on the head or drowned in the river would really be more fitting to her." Jokull flicked away an imaginary speck of dust, focusing more on keeping himself visible than fading away again. "No, it was a vampire. Nikita, long-time connection, but... she was acting on your mother's behalf." Jokull tipped his head slightly. "You cannot always trust the whipped dog to not find a way to tear your throat out."