“What do you know?!” He shouted at her, sharp tongued and furious. He was just about on his toes in puffing himself up- so mad about her claim of loss and the insult to his parents that his image seemed to spark and splutter. “Every fifteen minutes one of them died because I couldn’t bring what those murderers wanted. Just once my parents trust me and look what happens?! The oldest was seven, then five, then my littlest sister she was three. In that order. My parents had every right to throw me away! They should have tossed me down a well!”
He paced hard and fast with footfalls that actually made a sound, thrusting knuckles against his forehead before throwing them forehead as he looked at her again. “I would do anything to somehow make it up to them. Do you have ANY idea what that feels like?” It was almost desperate- the hope that someone would get it. That feeling that drove him insane. “I just… I just gotta go.” He jerked and was suddenly in front of the door before lurching through it and slamming into an employee that was passing by.
The uniformed man staggered sideways and fell clumsily to the ground as the ghost sprung away unseen. Looking absolutely disgruntled by the momentarily possession he had preformed. That sort of thing just didn’t happen and he needed some air- the air he couldn’t get.