Lily crosses her legs on Azrael's floor, now clean of the blood that had pooled there. The perpetrating knife sits in the kitchen sink down the hall, scrubbed clean as well.
"I told you," Azrael says patiently, "my forehead was really itchy, and scratching it made it worse. So I tried to remove it."
"And by remove it, you mean..." Lily trails off, pointing over her shoulder towards the kitchen.
"Remove it. Yes. Just the one patch of skin."
"And that worked?"
"No. It came back."
Lily tilts her head. "The itchiness?"
"The skin."
Lily blinks. Then blinks again and shakes her head, trying to fish words out of her mind and reeling up nothing. The silence is broken by rapid knocking at the front door, which she stands up and walks to. As soon as Lily opens the door, Foxtrot rushes inside.
"Eek! Your socks are dirty!" Lily exclaims. "I just cleaned the floor, why aren't you wearing shoes!?"
"Eeeh, you know. Where's Azzy? What did he do?"
"He's in his room. He, uhh, cut off his skin??"
"Oh I've got to see this," Fox says grinning before dashing towards Azrael's room.