Basilic heard her mutter. Something about, "He's dead". He shook his head. Blaze. A basilisk. A friend. He turned.
"Phoebe..." he began. She didn't look at him. "He's not truly gone, you know that? Basilisks don't just go. Not when they love someone. We stick around. He's still here, somewhere. Watching you, you know? Blaze... He was brilliant... The best, and I mean best basilisk that ever graced the Earth. I felt privileged to have met him. I still do. He's still here, somewhere..." he finished, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself more than her. He looked back and sunk into memories. Back when he actually had contact with the rest of his kin.