            She nodded, drawing a shaky breath. "Am I wrong to do this?" she whispered, feeling her eyes well up with tears. During her two days researching, she’d been so focused on the work, she had hardly the time to contemplate what it might mean, ethically. Morally. What price was high enough to pay, if it wasn’t her body bearing the price tag? A ghost was still a person, in the basest of meaning. They could still be harmed at her hand.