Sayo rubs the back of her neck, looking away from Oscar. Despite the surreality of Kanon's existence and her refusal to ever admit it out loud in an unironic way, Sayo's glad to have her "little brother" in the real world at last. Even as a weird magic shadow butterfly that they were still workshopping how to give him a way to talk. "It was the least I could do for putting the burden of, um, existing on his shoulders, especially to play a role that we both hated. He can't really talk right now, but it seems as though he's glad to see you."

There's an odd, bony structure to Kanon's wings now that Oscar is looking closely, as if it was closer to a bat's than a butterfly's. And of course, there are the skull patterns on the wings. Thanks, "Sasha."

"Speaking of Kanon," The butterfly turns his antennae to presumably give Sayo a dour glare, "Nephele-that-isn't's... unique metaphysical properties may make it possible for him to join us beyond a limited capacity as, well. A butterfly." Kanon's "glare" now looks significantly less dour and significantly more hopeful. "If all goes according to plan, we should be able to share minds, and as such coordinate across vast distances. Consider that a very, very large 'if,' though."