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Conri noted the children leaving, but did not really care. They did not matter, he returned his attention to the other ghost, "And we were not human?" Conri mused to her, "Did we not feel emotions? Do we not feel now?" His voice seemed to rattle the halls, "Are we supposed to put ourselves aside so a child may walk teary-eyed through these halls?" He held himself up, the light passing through him, blueshifted slightly, danced angrily in Brownian motion upon the walls. "I give none a bad name. Your very argument is voided by your making it. You give us a good name to pathetic mortals who hold themselves to rule this world, who believe that not even their transcended ancestors are significant enough to hold a deserving place in these halls. If she wishes to cry, she may," Conri aquiesced bluntly, "I just wish for it to be done elsewhere, so that I may conduct my affairs in peace."