You’re probably all expecting me to haunt Hawke, aren’t you? I’ll admit, the thought is tempting… but beyond what we have, I’d want her to be happy, and while bringing home a lover while I’m watching as a ghost might be fun for me, it might be terribly awkward for her. I mean… can you imagine? The moaning, the screaming, the spontaneous movement of furniture… and that’s just what it’s like when I’m alive. I can’t imagine the sort of mayhem that might go on after I’ve passed. While I would certainly check in on her from time to time, the question was who I would spend my time haunting and Hawke just isn’t the person I’d be happy spending that time with. I’d be a little too sad that I couldn’t properly touch her.
So who would I haunt? It would have to be somebody who always has a hard time with me. Somebody who always has a delicious and enjoyable reaction. Someone who’s so tightly wound that a ghost’s actions would always unsettle, someone who I could always get a rise out of. Someone who lives and breathes things as they should be, and thus would never, ever be able to handle something supernatural like a ghost out to haunt her.
You know who I’m talking about, right?
I imagine this would be her reaction most of the time.