"Ghosts stay in the material realm when something is keeping them from moving on, and when their spirit is strong enough to outlive the flesh. They can get — trapped like this, locked in their pain, especially in this city. Reliving their last moments over and over."

He brushes his hair out of his face, his gaze firmly planted on the ground. "I mean, I'm not an expert, I just..." He trails off. "Knew a lot." Of ghosts. Lonely children will befriend anyone. "When they get closure, they tend to move on, and I think — I think if anyone does anything about this... person... it needs to be her."

He is talking about letting her kill him, yes. It seems more fair, in a way, than passing this off on well-meaning but detached strangers to review evidence — this woman's life — and then decide on some arbitrary punishment.