"Even if you don't draw attention, the voices certainly will..." he mumbled. He wasn't appreciative of the comments, but he'd accept them for what they were. Charming is good! Charming is fun. "Yeah! You can find my shop, Berry Boos & Brews in the Kingdom of Mayfil! Most of the brews I sell are just the regular berry kind, but I want to make a super brew! Something that can give Pokémon things they normally can't... like..." He looked away for a brief moment, "Like... being able to sleep properly. Sis hasn't been the same ever since, well..." He coughed, trying to forget about the situation his sister had been in prior to her departure.Altair ignored the ghost's initial comments. The way he stuttered and stumbled through his sentences reminded Altair of a child gaining its sealegs for the first time. He thought it was charming in a way, but it was probably better to not draw any attention to it.
"Yeah, you needa work on that a bit more by the sounds of it, but why are you brewing 'em in general?" Altair asked. "Trying to run a business or something?"
"I... see," he replied, carefully considering the Yvetal's words, "So, if I may ask, what were you before you... you know? You don't have to say anything out loud, I'm sure the voices will tell me if it comes to mind." It wasn't a nice thought, but it was the truth. At least you're honest! ...A bit too much, though, don't you think? The whole truth, and nothing but the truth.Altair growled under his breath. Of course they would. His voice was low but harsh. "This is something we keep between us. That light? It's a wound. A reminder of something I don't wanna remember." He paused, carefully considering the extent of the truth he wished to give the ghost before deciding that he may as well—if he wasn't going to say anything, those 'voices' certainly will. "It's a reminder of how I died."
Oh, he really shouldn't have asked. He'd have to be more careful in the future about this kind of thing. Gee, thanks. "Dozens! You've got all sorts of groovy things like breathing underwater, or talking to nature, or... I guess now, reading minds in the spookiest way possible. And not the good kind!"Altair raised his voice again, as if he'd completely forgotten about their little tangent. "So, Ghaspius, how many potions have you made?"