"I wouldn't try betting this week if I were you," Zandr directs his words to Felix with a lopsided grin, though his expression turns more serious almost immediately.

"I agree with you, this thing needs to be locked up. And I'm happy to give it to you... Once I'm done." Slowly, the smoke swirls inside the orb; quietly active all the time. Zandr drops it back in his pocket.

"It made ghost matter the way it is, now. And currently it's keeping everyone affected by it from dying."

Zandr says it all like he's discussing the weather.