I did. [ His thumb rubs over the Halo of the Sun on Assumption's head, now neater and more detailed than the crude one he had painted on it months ago. ]

I was raised to prepare for it. When the time came, I performed the ritual. And I became a ghost, just like Assumption. Then I came here. And I'm alive again... [ He drifts off, tightening his hold on Assumption. Why was he alive? He still didn't know. The Honchkrow on his shoulder shuffled closer to his head, cawing softly. ]