"Right?" Crabb throws her hands up vaguely towards the ceiling where she's still laying on her back. "He's been using people like us as batteries for his own— Godhood crap for bleedin' decades and he thinks he has some sorta moral high ground here? The ghosts are still bein' used as staff, for Chrissake!"

She's struggling with full and uncomplicated sympathy for the ghosts considering the 'lost a month to being possessed' thing, but she's felt the Nothing, she knows how horrid it is being there.