God, he looked so pensive and heartbroken at the idea of people losing their lives to his father's endeavours! She rushed to him and cradled his cheek in her hand, attempting to give him comfort. Her poor Thomas, burdened by grief and anger of another generation before him, people he could never have been responsible for.
"Shhh, it's alright. It's not your fault, none of that is. Ghosts do not always come from violence. I lost my mother to black choler when I was a child and she visited me after to.. to pass a message on."