Callisto’s eyes narrowed sharply at the tone that Finntello had adopted, his lip twitching before he settled himself. He was patient but the level that the living were rising to were beginning to wear thin on his calmness.

In fact, when Finn had raised his tone and completely cut Xevon off, his form tensed up. Irritation burning in his eyes.

“All of us. You cannot feel when he is moving around.” Callisto matched the curtness of the winged man, ignoring the stress feathers billowing to the ground. “You need to calm yourself before we go anywhere. Seeing that thing is terrifying, yes. He makes my skin crawl and my blood run cold, but you cannot work yourself up and go out there.” His snapped comment finishing, he looked over towards Lily, a sigh drawing from his lips. She was staring daggers at him.

“Fine. Find the door, we will discuss this theory then. No need to have you both trying to act on it before then.” Callisto raised his hand dismissively towards the room, only to hone his pale eyes back on Finntello.

“Do not raise your voice at him again.” Callisto topped off the conversion, his tone lowered and dripping with warning. Eyes still narrowed, there was no need for any of them to be raising their voices at each other, but in particular it ruffled his feathers that Xevon was being the target of it. However, he simply moved on, turning towards the door to dare a look out into the hallway. Forcing his expression back to neutrality, he poked his head out through the door and looked around the hallway.

Lily’s eyes flashed as she saw Callisto lean towards Finn and mutter his warning before walking off like he had said nothing. His voice matched the link her brain had been trying to form. She still wasn’t whole heartedly sure, but there was something there. Lily knew who that man was.

Shoving down her own turmoil, she turned towards Finn and tipped her head to look up at him. “We can see to this theory of theirs later, let’s just find our way out first. They’re clearly not going to tell us right now.” She tried. “No point in working ourselves up.” Lily tried to offer a sympathetic look, however she wasn’t entirely sure it was coming across right. She wanted to know just as badly as him, but she did not want to push these already irritable ghosts any further. In all respects, they could just up and leave them to their demise, so she felt like she owed them at least a little leeway.

Lily blinked rapidly as Finntello’s frustration was redirected to her, his lips splitting to try and form some sort of response to the words that were all but falling from his mouth. He held a point, no one else had seemed to make the escape, at least that’s why the ghost’s were implying. There could be another way out but these men had been here for so long, surely they would have uncovered it by now.

She was just about to speak when he spun around and threw the dagger, her shoulders jumped up and she froze on the spot as the blade went flying past her across the room. A short yelp of surprise coming from her before her eyes followed it to where it had embedded itself in the wall. She caught the end of the light that flickered away from the metal and her brow furrowed. Half in bewilderment at the dagger and half in irritation towards Finn. Interesting blade magic light could wait, Finn issue was first.

“That could’ve hit me.” She turned her head back around to look at him, for once a stern expression on her face and it was directed at Finn. “I’m not the one that sent us here, don’t talk to me like I haven’t heard the exact same things you have.” Her head tilted to the side quickly, still looking up to Finn. “If you want to kill it then we need to think of a way to do it, biting my head off is not going to fix anything!” Lily flicked a hand out towards his dagger. “And throwing things around that can literally kill people is childish.” She finished, a small huff of air coming from her before she looked back over towards Xevon, expecting aid.

Callisto’s head zoomed back into the room at the sound of the dagger, his head flitting around to try and find where it was. Why it had been thrown and at what. Then he spotted it in the wall and raised an eyebrow in confusion, that was when he saw Finntello working himself up further.

Lily looked down to the dagger in her own hand and then back up to the one in the wall and finally down to where the ring lay on the floorboards. “Did the others have all these items and still die?” Her question was blunt and to the point, perhaps they did not have all the parts. Maybe some didn’t even have blessings. Maybe they had all the right pieces and they would be the first to get out of here. As for escaping the people that sent them here, that was a problem for future, not so memory-less Lily to figure out.

Lily’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Finntello’s response, her arms crossing over her chest in refusal to acknowledge the outright sass that was being directed towards her. Her jaw dropping a little. Only when Xevon replied did her attention leave her irritated companion and meet his red gaze. At his reveal of how the daggers worked, a puzzled expression lifted to her face. She would have to keep a tight grip on this dagger and not let it lodge into the beast, if it did her fear would have to quickly become its opposite for her to remove it. Noted.

At his offer of their options, her eyes drifted back over to where Finn was still trying to yank the dagger out of the wall. She wouldn’t be surprised if he lifted himself from the ground with his wings and planted his feet on the wall for leverage at this point.

“I don’t think going out there without his dagger is very smart.” She concluded. “He also needs to stop whatever,” She paused to use her hands to gesture over Finn’s form. “This is.”

Callisto was listening to the pair converse, but his eyes were focused on Finntello. It seemed that this winged man also had a fiery temper, except he was better at keeping it at bay, Xevon was not so subtle.

Lily lifted hand and ran it down her face, preparing herself to likely be the recipient of more angry remarks. Begrudgingly, she made her way across the room towards Finn and let out a sigh as she stopped a little bit away from him. Careful to stay out of the dagger’s way in case it came flying out from the wall unexpectedly.

“Finn.” She leaned in to try and look at him better. “You heard what he said, you can’t get it out. Not yet anyway.” As much as Lily was irritated by the harshness that he was displaying, considering she had done absolutely nothing to illicit that to be directed towards her, she understood partly why he was acting like this. Fear can make you angry.

“I didn’t see it, so I don’t know what we have to fight.” She admitted, slumping one shoulder. “But if we can’t talk to each other like civil people, then I know we will die. No doubt about it.” In the hour they had spent here, especially since her blessing had kicked in, Lily found herself thinking a little bit more logically than before. Her paranoia and terror were still there, hovering just beneath the surface, but if she did not think clearly then she would die. She could cry and scream later, now was the time for planning and focus.

“So please, just come and try to calm down. Talk to me if you want, or don’t. This isn’t helping anything.”

Lily’s eyes glazed back over to Xevon as he commented on her method of trying to talk Finntello down from whatever mountain of anger he had hiked up. Where was she supposed to start other than talking. Carefully, she brought her now pinpointed pupils back towards Finn, deciding to bite her tongue in retort to the ghost. He had done enough to warrant Lily’s respect.

Her brows knitted ever closer as Finn spoke, he was right. They didn’t really know each other, they had just been thrown into this hotel together and clung to each other out of desperation. As much as she would like to think they would have gotten along outside in their real lives, who knows what they were truly like. They didn’t even know their own memories, so how could she expect him to grant her any weighting within his decisions. Especially if he was set on killing this god.

Yet, a small part of her didn’t want to leave him to face this threat alone. Even if it was a threat they could avoid all together, she didn’t want to kill it. She wanted to go home, wherever it was. But she couldn’t leave him here trying to end things himself.

Callisto’s tilted head met the eyes of Xevon as he looked over towards him, a blank enough look on his face despite what was happening. He had seen enough anger burst out from Xevon that it took more than this outburst to make him react. Though he did seem to reel himself in rather quickly, another difference between the two winged men. But there was something still simmering in Finntello, he had simply tamed it enough to force it to settle beneath his skin. As Lily spoke, his eyes snapped towards her in surprise, he had not expected her to commit herself to Finntello’s plan at all. Let alone this quickly.

“We will kill it then.” Her voice was steady, her eyes still staring at Finntello, watching his focus on the dagger in the wall. “We can kill it. But to do it, we need a good plan. I’m not going to throw myself into this without some kind of plan.” Slowly, Lily tipped her head to try and catch Finn’s gaze as she spoke.

Callisto’s eyes narrowed as he listened to them talk, only drifting away as he heard the pleasant tone of Xevon’s voice slicing through the conversation. When he caught sight of his companion, Callisto dared to move a little closer to him, positioning himself just behind him. His head peering from behind the side of one of his wings.

“I would have called you that once upon a time.” He commented, sliding his eyes towards the side of Xevon’s head before he was pulled out of his focus by Finntello’s direct question. After seeing Xevon come back from his brawls with the creature, Callisto had indeed thought him to be insane.

With a side long glance towards Xevon before he spoke, Callisto let a small sigh fall from his lips. He lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose tightly before letting his arm fall haphazardly back down to his side with a shrug.

“The lantern he carries.” Callisto brushed carefully past Xevon’s wing, slipping just in front of him. “That is where he stores all the souls that are sent here, but what would happen if we were to destroy it? That is what we were questioning.”

Lily had been distracted briefly by the dagger that had dropped to the floor with a thunk, staring at it again as Callisto had begun to talk. Slowly, she turned around to face the pair of ghosts, but her main focus was on her guardian. Her eyes were still lit with calculating glint as she stared at him, she couldn’t hide the curiosity, the desire to figure out exactly how she knew him. It seemed impossible considering how long Callisto claimed to have been haunting these halls.

“So..we crack the lantern and he’s what? Weaker?” Her head tilted to the side, taking a quick glance towards Finn. “Or it kills him?” Then as quick as she had said it, she waved her hands dismissively. “You don’t know.” Lily had answered her own question. Of course they didn’t know yet, hence it being a theory.