The ghost that sits in the room with them, his physical body lacking enough pieces to possess but enough to start giving form to his shadow. Does she need to say aloud that he must have been dear, dear, if all of this is the result?

"I thought he was a man of great potential. A visionary that matched you."

A pause. What hurts more, his death or hers? Whose blood clings more to your hands today?

"He made you stand up straighter."