So they're guides. Conductors for lost passengers even. [ That sounds nicer than a bereaved ghost. A bereaved, vengeful ghost that Ingo still will react to, sometimes.

(The red around his collar flickers and blurs a little, again. But Emmet stays exactly where he is, paws folded and tucked away as harmlessly as possible, smile soft.) ]

They sound kind. And it is familiar, sort of. [ Remarked: ] You used to think of Chandelure that way too. Said his flames would light the way to where you need to go. Paths you need to take. Even in the darkest places where light doesn't normally reach.

Maybe that is the kind of feeling you need to think of?