[ There is a faint image, of something beginning to pull from his body, beginning to climb out. As if being forced from the mortal body this being has invaded.

Indeed, it is evidently the ghost, still trying to cling on...in vain, perhaps. ]

But, the sun may be eclipsed and hidden away from view—you can say the same of the moon.

And a drought can send away the rain long enough that it may never return. But, would you still believe in it even then? Even if that rain will not come back when you wish for it to do so?

[ Even as he says this, the battle is nearing its end. This is the last part of the fight that the ghost is daring to put up. ]