A Ghost Returns
It had been well over a month since the spirit had appeared to the Ambassador. He was fainter than he had been the first time they'd met since his demise, standing near one of the large windows in Colias' office, staring out as if he could actually see anything that was out there. But his eyes were blind to anything but the embassy and those that came through its doors.
"What exactly would you have wanted me to say, Colias?" Manny Coachen asked, still not facing the man, "There was nothing you would have been able to do, and I would have been dead just as easily."
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Just when he thought that he had got over his stress patch, Manny had made his appearance once again in his office. Though, something was different this time, he was lighter, looking even more like a ghost than before.
This made him feel uncomfortable having the presence of a ghost in his office. It felt colder than it should have despite the weather being nice. A shiver coursed through his body as his hands clenched together tightly, his green eyes moving to gaze over at him.
It felt odd to hear his voice again, he had to admit. It was just like old times again.
"You could have least told me the truth. That alone would have been better."