"A tumor. Pressing against her brain stem and the ceribellum." The doctor stated, closing the doors to Basha's room and turning to the five males waiting outside. "And, though I can't be sure without a proper examination, her lungs seem to have some damage as well."

"What does that mean?" Prince Soma demanded.

The doctor clenched his jaw as he reassembled his wardrobe and grabbed his medical briefcase. "It means that I can prescribe medication, but she has maybe a year left at most."

Agni glanced over at Abraham, who just stood staring with glassy eyes at the door that separated him from his creator. The golem had not responded to anything since Basha had collapsed a few hours prior.

"Thank you, doctor." Ciel Phantomhive finally said, breaking the heavy silence.

The doctor nodded and tipped his hat to the earl respectfully before leaving.

As soon as the doctor was out of sight, the golem started forward and sat down directly in front of the door, a horrible sound like grinding stone eminating from his throat.

To the remaining four, he looked like a child.

"Mister Abraham..." Agni breathed, stepping forward. "Miss Pascal will wake up eventually, but-"

"Abraham." A weak voice called from behind the doors, cutting the Indian butler off. "Apportez les hommes ..."

Not understanding what had been said, Agni was surprised when Abraham stood and grabbed both him and Sebastian by the wrists in order to bring them inside.

Prince Soma began to follow, only to be stopped by the golem pushing him back lightly and closing the door behind them.

Laying in the bed on the far side of the room, was a bald woman Agni would not have recognized had it not been for Abraham rushing forward to sit on the floor beside her bed.

One ghostly pale hand fell from beneath heavy blankets and landed atop the golem's head, stroking it gently.

"Cancer." Basha stated quietly. "In both my head and lungs. The price for magic, I suppose."

She turned her head to look up at the two. "Don't worry, Monsieur Agni. I have collapsed before, I know that I will be up and performing again soon. Please inform mon prince that I will be alright."

The Indian butler nodded and Basha's pale blue gaze traveled up to meet Sebastian's.

"Now I would like a word in private, monsieur."

Taking this as his cue to leave, Agni backed up and left the room with a solemn face.

"Please, step forward monsieur." Basha stated, staring at Sebastian.

The red eyed butler complied, only to be pushed back by an invisible barrier.

He scowled and Basha smirked. "You can't, can you?"

"What have you done?" The butler questioned, genuinely curious as to why he could go no further even with his inhuman strength.

The magician gestured to the ground. Only then did Sebastian notice the intricate hand design drawn on the floor surrounding her bed.

"It is a hamsa; the hand of God. In my religion it repels evil spirits." Basha murmured, then slid her gaze along the butler's form. "Though I am not sure as to what sort of spirit you are."

Sebastian chuckled haughtily. "I assure you, madame, I am no mere spirit."

Basha did not reply at first, just stared up at the ceiling and mindlessly stroked Abraham's head.

"You and I are opposites, Monsieur Revenant- Mister Spirit. You seem to hurt and devour, while I have made it my sole purpose in life to entertain and protect children..." She glanced down to Abraham at that and Sebastian could see the sadness in her eyes as she stared at the golem. "In honor of the one I could not save."

Now that he payed close attention, Sebastian could sense the soul trapped inside the golem.

It was male. A child; no older than the Indian prince who waited out in the hall.

Basha cleared her throat, bringing the butler's gaze back up to hers.

The magician's soul was extremely similar to Abraham's. A sure sign of siblings.

Had she somehow managed to trap her own brother's soul?

"As I said, monsieur, you and I are opposites." Basha continued. "You are dark, I am light. You destroy, I protect. We are male and female; human and otherworldly; day and night; immortal and far, far too mortal."

The bald woman trailed off into a bloody cough at that, making Sebastian smirk.

"So what are you trying to say, hm?" He chuckled. The human before him was pleasantly amusing, even on what seemed to be her deathbed.

Basha got over her fit and glared at the raven haired butler, whose eyes had gone from rust red to glowing fuchsia during their conversation.

"Even... if it takes my life... I will protect those two boys out there."

Sebastian smirked as Basha's coughing fit began anew. "Well then, I hope you've had a good life, madame."

Abraham's head shot up to his master and that terrible sound of grinding stone came from his throat again, enticing Agni and Prince Soma to enter the room in a flurry to get the magician whatever medicine she needed.

Sebastian Michaelis stayed back, a smirk playing on his lips as Ciel Phantomhive stepped into the room beside him.

"She's not a first ringer." The butler murmured down to his master. "How do you know?" Ciel questioned, his expression neutral but his voice calculating.

Sebastian's smirk widened. "Because we are opposites."

"What's so funny?" The young earl snapped, eyeing his butler's smirk.

Sebastian chuckled. "Madame Pascal has declared that she will protect you and Prince Soma even at the cost of her life."

Ciel raised an eyebrow. "What? From whom?"

The demon's eyes flashed fuchsia once more in amusement. "Why, from me, of course."