Scorn was surprised by the question, he figured Arthur was too busy to think about it himself. "You remind me of my questions, back when I lived with Milda..." He scoffed in melancholy.
"Ghost... It's just a term you chose to use when talking about souls. You're the one who misled yourself."
Scorn's fingers circled the place where the human heart was.
"In death, there are souls who decide to stay to fulfill themselves or to enjoy the world they know. Like those cut down by life too quickly and without reason."
He pointed at the lizards.
"Others who would like to start again and achieve something. Animals, ancient, mostly millennia old with a strong soul and a powerful hatred, want to come back at all costs. Only to cause suffering in return, of giving their executioner the bitter taste of what they experienced, death is a long vicious circle..."
