Listening to him, Derrica straightens, spine stiffening at the strangeness of Richard's admission.

There is some familiarity. Derrica has drawn spirits to her. She has heard spirits murmuring to her through the Veil. This is a skill she's been honing her whole life, but it doesn't sound as if Richard is referencing something quite the same.

"Do you not think that anymore?" she asks, carefully, softly.