[ The soul, hm... How lovely would it be if the world he came from had something so fantastical? If it were something that they could observe, that they could control, grasp with their hands? Humans are stardust, made up of the remnants of stars, so would souls be the stars themselves? Something that they can gaze up at even long after it's gone, that seems so close that one could stretch their hand out and grasp it, yet is forever out of reach.
He would prefer if they were like fireflies, glowing dots in the night sky that they could pluck out of the air and seal up in jars with clumps of grass and a piece of apple. Souls can['t die, though, so they could preserve them, keep them, switch them from vessel to vessel. It's a lovely dream. But in their world there are only martyrs crying out for God's salvation on Earth during their final moments, desperate attempts at stopping and reversing the clock, and strings of code and pieces of equipment that replicate a person - as they should be remembered, as one wants to remember them.
Puppets, dolls... He wonders if they're related at all, but he has to settle for nothing the sharp response to it now. ]
Yes, it is... I've been told that they fall silent when two people are holding hands. It's very strange.
[ Though he understands the sentiment. Hiyori is quite touchy by nature, but he nonetheless makes a habit of keeping a polite distance away from others. ]
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He would prefer if they were like fireflies, glowing dots in the night sky that they could pluck out of the air and seal up in jars with clumps of grass and a piece of apple. Souls can['t die, though, so they could preserve them, keep them, switch them from vessel to vessel. It's a lovely dream. But in their world there are only martyrs crying out for God's salvation on Earth during their final moments, desperate attempts at stopping and reversing the clock, and strings of code and pieces of equipment that replicate a person - as they should be remembered, as one wants to remember them.
Puppets, dolls... He wonders if they're related at all, but he has to settle for nothing the sharp response to it now. ]
Yes, it is... I've been told that they fall silent when two people are holding hands. It's very strange.
[ Though he understands the sentiment. Hiyori is quite touchy by nature, but he nonetheless makes a habit of keeping a polite distance away from others. ]