[Oh, look at it go, that's interesting. Octavian blinks at it before making the polite effort to drift backwards about a foot or so, out of reach. He doesn't like to be grabbed at, regardless of how tangible he may or may not be at any given time.]

I persist, [he says, correcting; it's semantics at best, but he is very much here on purpose as opposed to one of these traditional type ghosts that sticks around by virtue of something poetic and meaningful, rather than their own will. Ghosts like him do not technically exist where he's from, despite the obvious contradiction in that.

So. He persists. He turns his attention to Rosen instead, eyebrows raised.]

I see. A sliver. That is different. The one that nipped at my heels was simply myself entire.

[Well, his clothes were shittier, but that's immaterial. He cants his head to one side, thinking about how exactly this is working. Hmm...]

Could you not... [he gestures,] shine a light at it. It appears to be a shadow.