Fani looked at the flower. "They are living things, Death. Of course they have feelings."
Esme was with him, most likely.
Cecilia was walking down the stairs of Leslie's place. "Leslie!? Have you seen Mom or Dad!?"
Leslie came over to Cecilia. "No, why? Finally ready to go home?"
She shook her head. "No. I don't want to go home." She lifted up her sleeves, where her wrists were bleeding. "Heal me."
"I'm not healing you!" Leslie shouted, then sighed. "Fine" Leslie grabbed Cecilia and started healing her. "You owe me. I won't tell them, either."