After you hit your head, Ghost is being oddly caring for you. “I told you, you might have a concussion.” He says, sounding annoyed. “You don’t care if I never wake up.” “Sure I do.” “Why?” Simon pauses and thinks for a moment. “Well then I’d have to start taking out people who actually like me.” He says whilst staring into your eyes. “Like you could find one.” He grins. “Oh see that there? Who needs affection when I have blind hatred.”