"It's not a matter of comfort," he persisted, keeping his hands up. "She can't see me. No one can. ...Except for you. How are you different than everyone else?" His hands lowered slightly, puzzlement crossing his features.

His eyes flicked down, then back up. Right. There were a lot of bones right before his eyes.

"...I see...you're dead too. But you're more responsive than the others."