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“Dad!” Amiko says, “Why didn’t you tell me I have a sister?”
Logan blinks at her, confused, “I told you about Laura. And Gabby. Right? I did tell you about Gabby, didn’t I?”
”Yeah, yeah,” Amiko says, though he hadn’t actually used the word “daughter” for either of them, “But why didn’t you tell me about this sister?” She said, pointing (a bit dramatically, but then what was the point of being some kind of mystical reincarnated bloodline priestess if you didn’t learn to be a little dramatic?) to Ichiki Hisako, whom she hadn’t even known existed until a few moments ago.
”I’m not his daughter?” Hisako says, as if she was unsure of that fact, “I have a dad?”
”Cousin, then. Logan, how could you not tell me that I have a cousin? One that isn’t terrible and I haven’t dated?”
“You dated your cousin?” Hisako asks.
”Half cousin,” Amiko says, “And we weren’t related.”
Logan is giving her The Look. The Look that says “how do I always forget how exhausting this child is to talk to in person?”. Amiko delights in The Look, it’s pretty much an annual tradition. (She is so so glad it can continue to be an annual tradition. It’s so good to have him alive again.) “What makes you think Hisako’s my niece?” Logan asks.
“Well, she’s definitely some kind of family. Your soul’s in there,” Amiko says, gesturing at Hisako again.
“Oh,” Hisako says, “You can tell?”
“Yeah,” Amiko says, “I have, like, magic spirit powers.”
“What?” Logan says.
“You know about the mystical priestess stuff, Logan, you were there,” Amiko says.
“No, I know, I meant. My soul is in Hisako’s armor? How? Is it, do I not have a soul?”
Oops. Logan is having an actual crisis about this. Amiko needs to pay better attention.
“No, no, your soul’s fine. Probably. I don’t actually see the souls of living people.”
“I don’t think that’s as comforting as you think it is, Ami-chan,” Logan says.
(Hisako mouths “Ami-chan” to herself with a look of delighted bafflement. Amiko ignores this.)
“Her armor isn’t actually made out of souls, I think? It’s like, the impressions of dead souls make up the armor. Your soul was dead, so the impression is still there, even if you aren’t dead anymore.”
“That makes sense,” Hisako says.
“Does it?” Logan grumbles. He’s not freaking out anymore though so it doesn’t actually matter.
“So are you his daughter, like, for real?” Hisako asks.
“The realest,” Amiko says, “Well, not legally, or whatever, but he swore a solemn oath to raise me as his own.”
“Wow,” Hisako says.
“I know, right?” Amiko says “Who does that?”
“I mean, Logan, obviously,” Hisako says, “That’s actually super on brand for him.”
“Exactly! I used to think it was sort of weird that my mom asked a total stranger to swear to raise her daughter as his own. I mean, it turned out fine, because Logan, but how could she know? But turns out we come from a long line of, like, zombie fighting priestesses, so she could probably read his spirit or something and tell that he’s Like That.”
Hisako nods solemnly, “Logan is always running into the weirdest shit, and then just rolling with it. It’s like some kind of magnetism. It’s like he thinks that real life works by anime rules, and then, just for him, it does.”
“He had this sensei, like, a billion years ago,” Amiko says, “Who was an actual ancient evil youkai. It taught him pretty much everything he knows about fighting and maybe also life. And Logan literally never noticed it wasn’t just a wise old guy who was really good with a sword.”
“Holy shit,” Hisako says, “That explains so much.”
“Are you two going to just keep talking about me like I’m not there?” Logan asks.
“Shush,” Amiko says, “We’re cousin-bonding.”