[Once again, the Shade is motionless, but she does speak up again before the armor man is out of her sight, and thus out of her domain. Perhaps it is not her place, perhaps it would be best to let the only living soul she has seen in decades pass without incident, but...]

If I may offer one grain of my observation before you go: your determination is admirable, your perseverance, rare. But take care of allowing one thought to consume your entire being.

[Her voice, though still airy and echoing, grows quieter, almost wistful. A rare display of barely-there emotion, an uncommon glimpse at who the spirit might have been.]

... Such devotion can lead to things even the most tenacious would not expect.

[Like being caught between this world and the next, unable to move on.]