What does this spirit bring her? It's not hope, necessarily, or fear, or anger... But she can admit to feeling despair. She looks at Adrian, sees him come closer, and she can feel the depth of her heartache, the way that the tears spring to her eyes again as she thinks about him. She recognises the emotions, but she doesn't know what to do about it.

Looking to Christine, she sees the other woman and breathes in, deep and slow, trying to calm herself down. She doesn't seem to note Faith for a long moment, captivated by her own spirit, the haunting of her heart.

"I... I know him." That must be obvious, surely, a hand moving to brush hair from her face, her eyes, to bring some kind of focus. It seems wrong, somehow, to speak of just what he means to her when this is not something she can prove to be real, but she breathes out sharply all the same.

"I knew him, when he lived. He was my teacher, my trainer. I... I miss him."

More each day and yet somehow less, unsure how to manage the twisting emotions inside herself.