[He nods quickly. What Morgana doesn't realise is that speaking cruelly simply voices his own thoughts about himself. It's almost refreshing.] Right, so— I mean, fiddlesticks— Do you have any ideas, Morgana? I thought about becoming hermit! You know, so no one will have to deal with me? No mess no fuss, everyone wins. But then my... [He pauses. It still doesn't feel right to call them friends. They deserve a much better friend than him.] ...people I know seem kind of against it? They're big-hearted, you know, they can't help feeling some sympathy for me I think?

[Wait. He's pushing this off on her. Goddamn it. He raises his hands.]

Oh, fuck, not that you have to suggest anything? Please don't if you'd rather not. Goodness knows a ghost probably has a world of things you have to deal with. Like, an afterworld of things, I guess? Or maybe both worlds worth which would be double. [Jake can math.] But you seem so smart! So if you have suggestions, I'm all ears. I'll try to keep that apology bit in mind! So um. Thank you for that much.