"No, no way," Ben stubbornly shook his head with his arms folded across his chest," How could you keep me away from all these dramas and I get to babysit your brother instead," he argued.
"Ben, this is a war, not a child's play. Moreover, you can't -"
"Contribute anything to it," he filled in.
"I was going to say 'protect' yourself," Lia corrected.
"Who said I can't protect yourself?"
"Unless you have a way to manipulate ghosts to fight your battles, I don't see any other way of protecting yourself," Lia pointed out that fact.
"I'm not a Necromancer," he gave her a dirty look, "But if I …." His eyes brightened with an idea.
"Oh boy, I don't like this," She mumbled under her breath. Each time Ben came up with his unverified hypothesis turned reality, it never turned out well - on lots of occasions.
"What if I made a pact with a ghost who uses my body and I become overpowered," Ben imitated some signature action movie moves.
