no more light / intro

[michael t.]

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

Michael obviously had no idea that the spirit seemed to know who he was. However, even if he had known that the spirit had some idea of who he was – knew his name, even – he probably would've been incredibly confused. He knew very little about spirits, and he didn't know what kind of spirit would know who he was – thankfully, not many of his friends and family had passed away, yet. For now, though, the dealer was just glad to hear that he didn't seem to be completely crazy. After all, Keona had always seemed more in touch with the spirits than he had ever been, and she was saying hello, so that had to count for something. Sure enough, a moment later the wind seemed to shift, and quiet, disjointed words were spoken into the open air. Or rather, word. Alive. Feeling a faint frown come to his face, Michael looked in the general direction of where he thought the spirit to be, head cocking to one side, "Alive...? Are you trying to tell us that you're alive, or are you asking if we are?" One word was a little hard to go off of, especially since the thief couldn't see the spirit's facial expression or motions – if the other was even making any.

When Goldie approached, Michael turned to face the former captain – or rather, his niece now, he supposed. He noticed her tense and confused nature, and he was quick to speak up, offering a little smile, "Ah... don't worry. It was words, but... I don't think it's anything here to hurt us. Think it's just... well, a spirit. I'm not exactly well versed on the subject, but that seems to make the most sense to me..." It didn't seem as simple as just an invisible person, considering the odd way they seemed to be acting. Even if it was someone that was just invisible from some sort of power malfunction, they didn't exactly seem to be a threat. Instead, they really just seemed... scared. And disoriented. Sort of like Goldie, when she had first woken up.

— Reggan