Kyle looked at Horatio.
He had almost forgotten about him.
It had been over 150 years since they had last seen each other.
Kyle had assumed that Horatio had already died since he hadn't seen him during his purge, and yet, here he was.
"I didn't notice you," Kyle said weakly, still disheartened from his failed escape attempt and the constant burning pain of the Sin Flames.
Horatio smirked. "We have ways to hide from Ether Senses," he said. "You have to ask the world if you want to find us, and only the Overseer can ask the world. I assume you didn't do that."
Kyle remembered how the Duchess of Twilight had told him that he just had to ask the world to find the Cult of Final Fate.
Instead, Kyle had only used his Ether Sense.
"Guess I didn't do that," he said.
Then, Kyle sighed. "Anyway, what's this about?"
