[b] Kimlee [/b]

At this point, Kimlee's fate was a game. She absorbed the Ghost King's words with surprising calm - a serenity that had rarely graced her since her disappearance months ago. Her body was no longer slack and lifeless, but had a calm vigor to it as she pulled slightly against the chains, even with the ferocity of the pain the Ghost King was inflicting on her - unperturbed by the later separation of her physical body with her soul.

"And you dare tell me what to do..." she responded, her voice matching his strength, "Ghost?" The latter was complete derision - Kimlee, against common sense, mocked the Ghost King. "I have experienced what you fear most and have returned from it. Do not talk down to me." Kimlee's eyes were fierce and unmoving as they stared down the Ghost King, ensuring he absorbed her words as well as she had absorbed his.

"I will not kill for you," Kimlee responded, equally cold, pointing her right finger at him, the transparency strangely liberating. "At this point, I suspect you need me for something. And if you know my brother, my disappearance will send him down a warpath - a warpath to destroy you should anything happen to me. Gishiki can be a bitch, can't it?" She smiled at him.