As much as Dias would have preferred to keep his face turned away, he couldn't help turning to give Maya a slightly disbelieving look at that. She...didn't catch on quickly, did she? "Of course I know her. Why do you think she's haunting me?" He ran a hand through his hair. "I've never seen her...but my friend Rena used to talk about her like she was still alive, right after she died. And even as she grew up, sometimes she'd say she could hear what Cecille was saying." He snorted, if only because he didn't like how much he was talking...but he couldn't seem to stop himself. The thought of Cecille, watching him, had unnerved him more than even he'd realized, it seemed... "Of course, Rena is a lot closer to heaven than I am."