"There's that. And there can be a fear of moving on." Merlyn had done her best to show people, like an old, very ill man, that they'd be with friends and at peace, even if they didn't have friends or peace in life.
"Really? Where I'm from, the need to keep our loved ones safe and away from evil can be very strong, even in death. Sometimes, it's even stronger." In her case, it had turned into trying to save an entire town. She looked away, staring down at the bar. "So was I. I suppose it depends on what you'd call a kid, I was sixteen when I was killed." In some ways, she felt like she'd died more than a decade before that, trapped in a body that couldn't interact with the world.