It's always the tragedies that become ghost stories. [ The person taken too soon. She shrugs. It might be the reason she likes them. ] People always want to believe they'll have that chance to finish things, to say good-bye.

[ It's just human. At the question, she smiles, somewhat knowingly. ]

I would tell him none. Blue, he strangles you. Red, cuts you. None? He doesn't know what to do, so he leaves. It's so fucking weird.