[Jezebel doesn't return the laugh, instead seeming more thoughtful as he said it.]

Mm. I'm not sure I can say the same. I have my own ghosts to deal with.

[There's so many of them, so many that he'd wronged while alive. But he thinks of Cassandra first, his face too close to his thoughts, given what had just happened. He imagines that sneering face close to his and he shudders slightly and shakes the image out of his mind.

As they approach his house, he nods towards it, saying:] This one is mine.