plasma swords can be haunted but instead of felix (thank god) locus gets stuck with doyle (but does he prefer that? he doesnt know)
he missed that constant noise in his life, and with the ghost haunting his mind now came a new one. the general seemed to have gotten over his initial fright–he nags, nags him so about betrayal, and death, and life, and his life, and locus doesn’t know which voice he would prefer to hear
i imagine doyle was confused and concerned about apparently being attached to the sword of all things while in his time with felix. with locus, he slowly started to accept it (and became more concerned about other things like—“where are we going, locus? on the run to—to where,exactly? or, perhaps, are you simply trying to distance yourself from others because you find it hard to socialize?”)
and he was right. locus knew he was right. knew that he knew that running meant hiding, meant avoiding, meant pushing aside the cold, hard lump of something stuck in the bottom of his heart that with every breath only expanded it. made it harder to ignore. made it harder to swallow
