He sounded sincere, at least. Poe sighed quietly, a bit uncomfortable as he crossed his arms. "... We still can't promise it's all accurate information. And even if it is, you should know many a Noonwraith can't be soothed. By the time they've reached that form, their anger is solidified, and eventually they'll begin to grab victims that aren't even related to the 'crime' at hand. They just want everyone to suffer as they have."

Magica closed her eyes for a moment, trying to rack her brain for any further information. "No mother in the picture, I believe. The father couldn't get back his money from the wedding... had to sell the farm, and now takes whatever job's available. There were never any apologies or condolences. Everyone distanced themselves from it - if it wasn't their problem, they didn't have to think about it. Few times I've seen the man, he looks ready to be at death's door himself... he might even welcome it."