[ He reaches out as she fades, hand snatching for her sleeve like it might hold her in this place, bring her back—but of course, it doesn't.
She's gone, again. In a way, she'd never been there at all.
...But what could they do to a spirit? Ghosts are already endless in their suffering. His eyes steel over as he pushes himself up onto his feet, ash and dirt on his shins.
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She's gone, again. In a way, she'd never been there at all.
...But what could they do to a spirit? Ghosts are already endless in their suffering. His eyes steel over as he pushes himself up onto his feet, ash and dirt on his shins.
He'd free her. No matter what. ]