[The body goes very still, though the fingers are still curled, head still angled down. With a flicker of light, Church, the ghost, makes himself appear, hovering in midair.]
Don't tell me I'm the one doing the guilting this time. You got out alive, whether you liked it or not, and got rid of me. I caused all of this, didn't I?
[He wishes he could shove the words back into his mouth, or vocal processor, or whatever he has. He hangs there awkwardly, just as the moment does, his phantom form giving a flicker of anxiety. And then he disappears through one of the solid walls.
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[The body goes very still, though the fingers are still curled, head still angled down. With a flicker of light, Church, the ghost, makes himself appear, hovering in midair.]
Don't tell me I'm the one doing the guilting this time. You got out alive, whether you liked it or not, and got rid of me. I caused all of this, didn't I?
[He wishes he could shove the words back into his mouth, or vocal processor, or whatever he has. He hangs there awkwardly, just as the moment does, his phantom form giving a flicker of anxiety. And then he disappears through one of the solid walls.
Definitely not running away or anything.
He still wants his body after all.]