Well, surely there was a reason, right? A reason some had the blessing, or curse, of being a bridge between the living and the dead. Neither good nor bad. Just like all of nature, it just was what it was. Maybe some spirits needed a push. They didn’t belong here anymore. The earth is a place for the living. And that included vampires and the like. Spirits, hell, they have someplace else to be. In Janos’ thinking there was a whole other world out there. That was where the spirits would go if they were bold enough, or just reading and willing to let the fuck go.
He shrugged. “So, there, you see? Maybe you are the only one who can make them go. Maybe they’re not here now because you don’t want them?” It was a thought, though Janos’ didn’t know at all, so probably he wrong about that. He hated seeing her so confused about something he could do nothing about. He would rather see her confused about him!
He laughed, and nodded his head as he did. “Maybe. She wouldn’t be anything special if it’s true. A lot of people don’t like me. I have zero fucks to give them for that.” He laughed again. “But she is your sister, and this is important. So we can’t have her running off half cocked, or whatever half things spirits get. She is your sister, and I am your master, and so, because of this, we gotta make a truce.” He looked around. “You hear that, sister?”
“Wait, what?... Die? Was that some kind of joke from your mother? Why would anyone call their baby, Die? I’m sorry, maybe your customs are different, but I think if you call your baby Dead, then they gonna be dead. If you call her Dahlia… well she gonna be a flower.” He smiled at that, because well, Dahlia was certainly a beautiful flower.
His smile broadened at the question, and he replied, “Well, that depends little one,” His hands moved back to the painting, wiping it clean of the few webs that lingered, then hefted up. “on if you know a room where I can hang this painting.”