Michael uncurls his fingers from his hair, just holding his head in his hands now. He hopes becoming a ghost isn’t what’s happened to all the dead soldiers and murder victims throughout time. It shouldn’t be them who wind up sad for eternity. It should be the perpetrators, the killers and politicians. For death to work otherwise would be an incomprehensible injustice.
The topic of death finally reminds Michael of something he’d wanted to ask Wolfgang earlier. “Are you scared of your powers?”