Ishida’s hand on his head was warm and impersonal; contact, without being intrusive. It could be worse.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Wait. Just like setting up a target.
“And one formerly possessed.” The doctor lifted his hand away again, face set. “The spirit left less than a day ago. From the damage, I would say it was inside you for years, and you are incredibly lucky it didn’t Hollow in that time.”
Mao’s stare was flat and hard. “What.”
Hei almost smiled, appreciating the irony. What had Mao said about not wanting to sound crazy? “He’s right.”
Hearing their own echo, Huang and Mao glared at each other. Yin touched one finger to the corner of her lips, as if she’d pull them up into a wry smile, then looked at Hei. “Was it friendly?”
“Sort of?” Hei shrugged, feeling the doctor’s assessing stare. “I didn’t know until just before she left.”
“Hmm.” Ishida made another note. “So you have some idea of the ghost’s identity. Do you know how long you were possessed?”
“Five years.” Hei thought back. “I could probably tell you the date. More or less. Time got weird in Heaven’s Gate and I was… unconscious for a while after they found me.”
“Wait,” Mao muttered. “Five years ago, Heaven’s Gate… oh no. No, you cannot be serious.”
Hei gave the cat a wry glance. “What do they say about things always being the last place you look?”