Jamie lay, thinking.
All ghosts had obsessions, even half ghosts.
Clockwork's was to take care of the time stream. Frostbite's was to take care of his nation.
Skulker's was to hunt rare creatures. The Box Ghost's was to possess as many boxes as possible.
Technus's was to take over the world with technology. Plasmius's was to own the Packers, as well as have Jamie as his daughter, Danny as his son, and Maddie as his wife.
Her's and Danny's was much less complicated, yet so much more. Their's was to protect.
Their half-lives circled around that one thought.
Protect. Protect. Protect.
They had to do it. They drew power from doing it, making them stronger. They lived for it. They loved it. They had to do it. As much as possible. Always.
Protect, protect, protect.
It was their obsession. With it came many choices, many consequences, and many rewards. It was torture, it was joyous. It was mixed. It was work, but they sometimes received high praise for it. Sometimes.
Other times, they were completely misunderstood. The ghost hunters thought they were evil.
But not all ghosts were evil.
It depended on that one thing.
Their obsession. Most had a neutral obsession. They just wanted to be left alone.
The only ones the other ghost hunters had ever come in contact with had malevolent obsessions.
So much depended on that one aspect of a personality.
The obsession.
Protect, protect, protect.