There's no eternal fires, demons ducking her in boiling water constantly, or screaming that had gone on so long no one cared to listen to it anymore. Just moments of fighting and death and bloody violence like she'd known when alive. No--that she'd numbed herself to.

But this sort of thing she hadn't grown numb to at all.

Kaede didn't answer immediately. Or meet Jade's gaze. But unlike the disengaged air she'd worn before, the ghost seemed to shift on feet that no longer touched solid ground, and tense up her shoulders.

"W̸͎̊h̷̻̄y̴͈̆?̷͕̇" Was all the ghost said, for awhile. The specter's voice was much more distorted than it was just moments ago.

"I̵ ̵d̵o̸n̷'̸t̵ ̷d̷e̸s̴e̵r̸v̵e̶ ̷t̶h̸a̸t̵ ̸p̴e̴a̸c̶e̴.̷"