That question seems to strike the figure- it looks back at you, seeming almost saddened by the question.
“I… I hadn’t realized how… unrecognizable, I had become,” it mutters, staring down at itself, words trailed by a somber melody…
“I suppose it’s fair karma, though. I didn’t know you, so it’s a bit silly to expect you’d know me… especially like this.”
The corruption surrounding the ghost’s face seems to clear slightly, if only for a short moment. It offers you a warm smile as it properly introduces itself…
Though the words he speaks sound almost robotic- as if the figure were reading off a script.
ALT…
For a brief moment, not unlike an instance during the time you’d met a ghost of Hazel, you feel as though you’re watching yourself from the third person.