Jason's point of view after Marie's death. Word: Ghost.
He remembered the feeling well, from his time aboard the ship without a name: as if he were a ghost, trailing aimlessly, invisibly, through the world of men. Transparent, unfixed.
Marie had banished that sensation for him, but now she was gone. Stolen.
He had no one left to anchor him as flesh and bone and blood in this world, no one left to care whether or not he existed. And, slowly, Jason felt himself slipping back into that translucent state, treading along his path on spectral footsteps.