"I remember that. Being in high school and hearing about what happened to you on the news. No details, but there was a lot of speculation." It's hardly the same as seeing bits of her life while living in the realm of ghosts (and how fucking insane is it that that's real?) but it's still some tiny glimpse she already has of his life, and its ending. So she shares it.

Then she stops, because she's not sure where else to go. Lot of thoughts. Most of them aren't all that great. Most of them are very painful.

She leans forward, which does not exactly put her in his personal space, but it's not leaning away from him. So it's something. Her elbows brace on her knees, and the fingers of her hands lace together, and she thinks about it. Ben doesn't seem to mind the silence. "Thank you for telling me. I know it wasn't exactly your choice to be there when I died, but you didn't have to say anything. You could have kept quiet and avoided an awkward conversation, and I wouldn't have known." Not that she's sure it's really a help, yet. She's not sure what she feels, full stop.

Thinking about her own death, that's still rough. Thinking about the broader strokes of what he's said, that's much easier. "So ghosts... Does Klaus-- does he make them? Or are they just... there... all the time?"