Conan blinks at that, but his unhappy protests is silenced by his own realisation that he doesn't want to admit to wanting his hand held. He scowls, running a couple of metres ahead before slowing to a walk and calling back over his shoulder. "The ghost is a me that got shrunk. They buried him under the wrong name and he went slowly mad. Now they're trying to seal him off with ofuda so he doesn't hurt anyone else."