"... Okay. I thought... I'd ask." It was worth a try. He never... got to say goodby, after all. It still hurts. And he's still tracking those things down. "Sorry. I didn't mean to add something else to your plate."

He wipes his face again, trying to get himself together. "I don't know if Beasts leave ghosts, anyway. No way I'd be able to tell, at least. I don't really know what ghosts are made of, and if they're souls... since ours are kind of gone, it might not be something we can do."