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You know a lot of things, and you're aware of that.
It's what makes you insufferable to some, why you're respected yet shunned; because you talk and talk and talk until someone puts a bucket over you and leaves you in a corner, waiting for one of the Tower frames to pick it up to bring back to storage.
You blame it on not having a guardian. You don't have anyone to travel with and talk to about all the mysteries you've stumbled upon in your centuries alive. Mysteries you can't solve since you're small, weak. And alone.
You're a Ghost, one like many others. One spark of the Travelers light, you're nothing special to anyone.
At least not yet. But the Earth is large, and there are many dead. It takes time to find The One.
You watch other Ghosts in the Tower. Huddling close to their guardians, given new shells, chatting and laughing and sometimes whispering into their guardians ear. You watch Ghosts who return alone and you've vowed to never end up like them. When you find your guardian, you won't leave them behind. Not like those dirty, scratched-up things that flicker out on the Speaker's desk.
You think they return to the Traveler to be given a second chance. You hope they are.