“You said my mother thought you could reverse the damage to my father. Can you still?” he asked, low and calm, swallowing the eruption of emotion it prickled his skin to withhold. The Spirit nodded, but not reassuringly. “I could. It would have been a simple reversal if I had the chance when your mother tried. But after all this time, his spirit would be broken. Everything he’s done under the influence would still burden his soul. He may very well beg for death as soon as I gave him his free will back.”
