When he’s absolutely sure there’s nothing more he can do, Pleasant delivers the terrible news to the parents. He does not look at them as the mother starts to scream hysterically, he does not look at them when the father shakes his head and thanks him for his services.
And when he leaves the asylum, the screams of the little girls follow him all the way home, ringing in his mind like church bells.
Months pass, and he does not think of those little girls, with their bright, wicked eyes, and their sharp teeth, and the ancient cunning of their feral smiles.
Years pass, and he does not think of their little mouths, widening to emit shrieks that haunt his waking moments.
Decades pass, and when he sees those awful, pale hands reach out from that box, when he hears Valkyrie gasp in horror, he knows what happens next.
I just remembered something from a long time ago, I think
it may help you. Once, when I was little, I dropped my shoe into a
river. When I tried to get it back I fell in. I thought I’d drown but
the water carried me to shore. It finally came back to me. The river’s
name was the Kahaku river. I think that was you, and your real name is Kahaku river.