[ She doesn't think he's wrong. She reaches for more words to explain, her hooded face settling into thoughtful melancholy. ]

Ghosts are remnants of the past that cling to the present. They're incompatible with the future.

[ She looks out to the other people planting their seedlings, living their lives. They still feel alien to her, aliens living in an alien world. ]

Even though we Aions... we Shard-Bearers still have a future available to us, I think a lot of us still can't let go of where we came from. We look forward by looking backward, like we're trapped walking in a tiny loop.