"Why do you feel guilty about me, Gansey?" Noah asks, his eyes wide and searching and possibly closer to the way they looked back when he'd been the Noah back in Henrietta, the smudgy, blurred at the edges ghost. But his voice is gentle and his touch is warm. "I was murdered, you couldn't have prevented that. You couldn't have reversed it. Okay?"

"I'm here...as long as this place lets me stay. There's a lot to know, I don't want to overload you," he says a little sheepishly.