"They're imitations, yes. Their souls had long since passed to the afterlife. But their personalities, traits, their symbols; continue on in these apparitions." My eyes went over to Sir Lancelot, who stood with the most neutral of faces I have ever seen of the man. It was odd not seeing a lopsided smile or a mischievous glint in his eyes. Pointing my hand to him, I glanced at Daphne. "That’s Sir Lancelot, by the way." She walked over to him and inspected the ghostly figure.