"No, Celeste Grant, you can't do this to me! You already made me self-destruct my Nascent Soul and lose my body. I worked so hard to find this suitable body, I can't lose it... You can't take my body away!"
"Tell me, what do you want? If you promise to let me go this one time, I'll agree to anything."
Celeste Grant smiled faintly. "Agree to anything? Do I look like I need anything from you? Even if I kept you around as a decoration, I'd find you an eyesore. So what use are you to me?"
As she spoke, she sized up the unfamiliar face Jocelyn Grant was now wearing and couldn't help but spit. "Ptooey! If this face actually belonged to you, I'd slap you a couple of times right now. And you want me to spare you? Dream on. For someone so ugly, you sure have some beautiful fantasies."
"Celeste Grant, you dare... I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
