Sequoia Coast Ocean of Stars

"But wouldn't it make it easier to let the ghosts go. When you know that it's... well... it?" Elfie inquired, though he had already deduced the answer. Flowers did not matter and ideas about afterlife did not matter. Something called "heart" was the one that created the ghosts, kept them or let them go at it's will. He hoped that his set was more rational. 

"It's such a mess, really," he sighed and let his gaze wander around. "I do not think that I would have that ghost, if father - you know - left," he admitted, though the words did not sound right and there was an edge of guilt.