Dahlia had asked her sister once what it was like. A childhood curiosity that her twin, at the time, didn't seem to know how to answer. The only thing that Dahlia knew, the only answer that had made sense, was that her twin couldn't go. Why? Neither knew. Neither asked anymore. Like Dai's death so long ago, it just what it was. Dai was there. She'd always be there.
But Dahlia did know that some ghosts could go. She'd seen some disappear. Some that never came back. Some that never haunted those same spots again...
She liked to think that it was good they did. That something she did helped. But maybe it was just time for them to. Maybe Dai, some day, would go too...
"I..." Dahlia began then stopped and shook her head. "Other vampires have never made them go away before either." she'd been around many since her turning and always ghosts lingered. Talking away in her ear, on and on while Dahlia tried to listen to the words of those living around her.
For the first year the house was...very loud. The dead and the not completely dead all just noise. It changed later; after Dahlia said something to Silivasii. Dahlia didn't know what the elder vampire did. But the ghosts stopped coming into the house as much then.
"Maybe she doesn't like you." Dahlia didn't stop to think of the words, the idea was spurred and uttered without any delay or worry that it may somehow be insulting. People didn't like people all the time. Lots of people didn't like Dahlia, it never made her mad.
Was that the reason that Dai didn't show....even now? Dahlia didn't know why her sister wouldn't like Janos. Maybe she didn't like anyone being in her sisters head? Maybe she felt less important? Dai had always been Dahlia's only true family. At least the only family that wanted to be family. Now there was someone else. Someone else that could say words to her that only she could hear.
"Her name is Dai." Dahlia spoke; her fingers finally dropping away from the painting as a part of her ceased trying to hold onto something that was past. "I guess she just wants to be away." she tried to make the words sound unconcerned. As though all of this wasn't strange or unusual...
Except that it was...
Shaking her head again; always seeking to clear it by such a little act that never did so, Dahlia spoke again. "Are you staying for awhile this time?"