Who hit you?" "Why, so you can go beat him up?" "One of the fringe benefits of being my human servant is my protection." "I don't need your protection, Jean-Claude." "He hurt you." "And I shoved a gun into his groin and made him tell me everything he knew," I said.
Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you.
That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.
...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all.