That's the thing. No one is supposed to know what I am. No one knows half-ghosts are even possible. Mom laughs everytime anyone even brings up humans having ghost powers.

Which is good. I mean, as long as no one even thought it was possible I was safe.

[It was a little terrifying thinking of living in a castle where everyone knew exactly what he was. He was so used to the need to always tell lies about where he was and what he had been doing. To always have excuses of clumsiness and bullies ready to explain away bruises. Even all this time in the castle being forced to tell the truth hadn't taken those habits away from him. What was going to happen now?]

How can I know who I am if I don't understand what I am? I was a hero. I saved people, even if they didn't want me to.

And that was okay. I knew I was doing the right thing. But what's the point in that here? Almost every time something happens the castle locks me as a human. I can't do anything.

[He hesitates.]

I... don't care what people think. Much. Okay, I do care what people think. But I'm used to people being afraid of me. Or people being big fans.

...Fan clubs scare me. A lot.

I just... I guess I don't know what to think any more.