"Some sort of mass hallucination, at first, but now? I'm not certain." Yotsuyu could not help but scowl. "Elliott's gained some sort of marking on his hand. It is not a tattoo--while he might be the type to get one, it would not be somewhere so...prominent."

Nor would it be such a random design. Yotsuyu knew her son...at least she thought she had...

"If it is a game, it is not one I enjoy playing." She picked up the new drink as the bartender set it down, swiping the garnish from the old one and settling it in the new.

"I do not like the fact that it is running through families, either. I see no reason to involve my son. Elliott is no longer a child, but..." She bit her lip, but shook her head. She was not certain what else to say. Where would speculation get her, anyway?