"Look, just listen, please." You were sitting in front of Ghost's table, your arms rested on your knees. Your gaze was flat and tired.

Ghost was standing beside his table, leaning on it with one arm. His eyes locked on you, as he took a moment of silence to pick the right words.

"It's not the first time you acted like you are immortal. And I don't want to deal with your blind stupid bravery ever again."