Quite the contrary, Ghost watched Declan a lot, too. In fact the little construct hovered slowly down, settling on the couch and turning a bit, his blinking eye and quiet, fond tone reminiscent of a sibling or parent folding their arms on the back of the couch to watch their loved one sleep. There was a lot of expressiveness for something so completely inhuman.

"Yes. He's perfect," Ghost sighed, tilting a bit again. "I looked everywhere for him. He was just right. I knew he was the one. I looked for ages and ages and went further than many other Ghosts and didn't find anything, but I came back to where so much of it began and there he was. Some of the other Ghosts might question my choices, but I think he's marvelous, don't you?" the little light asked, hovering up again and doing a little circuit around the couch before floating into the kitchen to watch Aoba cook.

"I wish the Light were enough to help him see the good in himself. I do try to guide him to those revelations but...he just can't grasp it. I don't know. Maybe I'm doing something wrong. Human emotions are extremely complicated to understand."