Theo regarded Priya with an inscrutable expression, a frown still gracing his face, as she tentatively asked if she could help. So far, his impression of the ghost was of a being barely holding on, buzzing in and out like a bad signal, if only by the way she'd called him, her conscious self coming forward only to fade. He wondered if she could hold it together to be useful. If she'd do anything other than spook the cultists. Not, he thought, in a way that might be traced back to the Exchange, at least.
So his initial response, even though he kept to it himself for the moment, was not the flat no anyone else might have got. Ghosts, after all, could not die. There were other ways of dealing with them, more disturbing than death, but nothing in the cult's MO implied they dealt in spirit trapping. If anything, the spirit was what they didn't care about, they wanted life.
“Do you think you'll be present enough to help?” Theo challenged, measuring her response carefully.
So his initial response, even though he kept to it himself for the moment, was not the flat no anyone else might have got. Ghosts, after all, could not die. There were other ways of dealing with them, more disturbing than death, but nothing in the cult's MO implied they dealt in spirit trapping. If anything, the spirit was what they didn't care about, they wanted life.
“Do you think you'll be present enough to help?” Theo challenged, measuring her response carefully.