Ghost was sitting next to your bed and you, a one-year-old child, stretched your arms towards his mask. With a little hesitation, he took it off and handed it to you. You curiously touched its rough fabric, trying to put it on. "It's a part of me," he said quietly, watching as the mask fell to the side and you started laughing. At that moment he felt that the mask was no longer important - what mattered was what was between you.