"Shut up and let me focus!" Jason hissed at Bonie as he slid out of his lifeless body. He realized that there was indeed truth to her words, but right now, he needed absolute focus if they were going to survive. Time itself seemed to slow to a near halt as the cogs of Jason's mind whirred vigorously to think of something. Mana was currently the key to maintaining his existence. Maintaining his form outside of the spirit world cost mana and could be broken down into two parts; the mana cost of staying OUT of the spirit world, and the mana upkeep for the various functions of his spectral body.
Immediately, Jason 'deactivated' all senses save for sight and touch, as he to chase down the dire rat. Then, mustering all his courage, Jason allowed himself to begin slipping back to the other side, but not completely; trying to 'walk the line between worlds' in order to conserve more mana. Subconsciously, Jason's mistlike body elongated, like a hand reaching out to take hold of the rat. With all the will he had left, he reached for its soul, to pull it into him, for it to become PART of him.