Ghost despised unremittingly dull people like you. Not a singular original thought in that overly placid head of yours, being content with being the knife others wielded. A docile pawn to utilize.

“But when an emotionless windup doll like you starts being sympathetic, I’m doomed!” Ghost words teemed with a sense of false humor, his steely gaze , and nasty scowl warranting your body to flinch.

“I am not a doll.” You ushered a hushed reply. “You are! You’d do anything your ordered to, even killin’ yourself if i commanded you so!”

“Of course.” Your casual response and weak regard for your own life only elicited his case in point. “Then you are a robot, just as I thought!”