Want. Want want want.

It was engraved into her brain. To own things. To hold things. To consume things. Power, wealth, information—she wanted it all; to get more and more, and never have enough, because that's the way things worked, and that would be the way they worked whether she ever thought about it again or not.

It didn't matter that greed was a sin; nothing had ever stopped her from holding material gain in high regard before.

But she was supposed to be attracted to material things.

Not people. Not thoughts. Not feelings.

And not ghosts. Certainly not ghosts.