"Mm. I don't think we'll get an idea of how troublesome these 'ghosts' are until we've experienced it for ourselves, you know?" Break flops onto his bed next to his omen, who lovingly drapes a paw over his head. "I'll certainly believe they exist here, since this place ought to be impossible to begin with. And if ghosts exist, this world must likewise have ways to get rid of them -- but if that's the case why hasn't anybody done it for this house yet? Are ghosts the only problem, or is the house itself in horrid condition? We'll only figure it out if we go."

...yeah, Break will make the comment.

"Anyway, perhaps the ghosts will think we are kindred and leave us be. We may be closer to zombies, really, but that's gross."