This was about the least comforting answer that Morgan could have given him. Victor didn't want these things to become instinct to him — because, when it came right down to it, he didn't want to be dead. That was probably obvious, but it went deeper than the obvious. He hadn't said this to anyone, and probably never would, but a part of him was wondering if he also didn't want to be here. In their vague misplaced condolences people had implied that being a ghost was better than the alternative, if one had to be dead, but — the crux of it was that Victor wasn't yet convinced that it was.

"Alright, fine," he said, tone clipped. It occurred to him that he probably ought to be more polite to Morgan, to stay on good terms with someone who might be in a position to help him in the near future if he needed it — and clearly none of this was Morgan's fault. On the other hand, Victor thought a little manically, what reason did he have to be polite to anyone any more? If Morgan ended up disliking him, what was the harm? Victor was going to outlast him, and get a clean slate whenever his replacement filed in. Victor was going to outlast everyone.

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