"You're right. I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to pry into your private life, Hiroki. You're just the first clone ghost I've met."

He sipped his scotch and narrowed his eyes, wondering if he'd indeed struck a sore spot. There was something there deep within the man and the angel could almost sense the man that came before him. This Shiro he spoke of. The energy and feint memories were there but nothing much else at the moment. It was too foggy for him to clutch onto anything solid but if he worked with Hiroki then maybe they could achieve something together.

"I can sense certain things regarding telepathy and what people are thinking. Emotional responses and the like but not in the way your Ziggy can. Antheans are much more empathic than us angels are."

Was he asking for help? If so, then Balthazar wouldn't think twice about helping Hiroki with his memories of Shiro.

"Hey, it's alright. We're all friends here. Let me help."