Before they could speak again, Corin Ainsworth, who was at Celeste Grant's side, lunged toward the pair. "You fiends, give me back my body!" Unfortunately, he was currently a soul body and couldn't touch his own physical one.
Seeing his lone, frantic display, the two on the ground couldn't help but burst out laughing. "You think you can hit us? You're nothing but a lowly ant. You're just a wandering spirit now—you can't even lay a finger on us."
The other one, possessing his sister's body, spoke up. "That's right. You should feel honored that we saw fit to use your bodies. We could have picked anyone, but we chose you two. And why's that? Because we just love the way you and your sister look."
Celeste Grant glanced at the two on the ground. 'So brazen about possessing other people's bodies?' With that thought, she said nonchalantly, "Well, now. You two are quite full of yourselves."
