[Komaru was secretive about the ghosts at first but, lately, he's come to realize that there's no need to be. People either believe him when he speaks of them, or they don't. Neither does him any harm, and honesty is generally easier than prevarication.]

I've been covered in ectoplasm before, and it's not so bad. A pain to get out of your hair and any nooks and crannies it happens to end up in, but really not that terrible.

[He shrugs, biting his lip.]

She died in a fire, so fire became a part of who she was. She's been burning for centuries now. I relieved her of that burden. And...

[He gestures down at the burns on his arms, chest, and stomach, shrugging. The wounds smell fairly fresh and look like, not too long ago, they might have been life-threatening.]