Elena, it's not murder. Ghosts are already dead. Killing a ghost, sending it packing, that's the nicest thing you can do for it.

( Ghosts are stuck. They're tormented. And, slowly, their desires and wants twist. Their sanity lessens. They become more hostile and more dangerous. Even friends and loved ones he knew that were dead, he knew they were better off passing on.

He hears the guilt in her quick response and tries to clear it up. If she did something, if it involved the lantern, it's not a bad thing. )

I know. Answer your phones and keep the lantern lit. What's next, keep your front door open for Elijah, but try not to freeze to death. ( He looks back at her. ) Bible Elijah. Yours is a piece of work.