[He's developed a physical tic he doesn't realize he has - a reaching for the lump of a locket beneath his shirt, because it's the most tangible representation of his own soul that he's been able to paw at without any actual effort. The smooth golden shape, distorted by layers of fabric, still fits into the palm of his hand, gentle beneath the pressure of the subtle tremor in his fingers.]
Kid, that's not - that's not something anyone can just...do. That's not something I can do. I don't know anyone who can do that without - effort.
[Drawing someone's soul out with the musical hum of resonance, with the accompanying sprinkle of blue dusting the tips of hair, or because the whiff of ozone was hidden just beyond the sequence of progression.]
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[He's developed a physical tic he doesn't realize he has - a reaching for the lump of a locket beneath his shirt, because it's the most tangible representation of his own soul that he's been able to paw at without any actual effort. The smooth golden shape, distorted by layers of fabric, still fits into the palm of his hand, gentle beneath the pressure of the subtle tremor in his fingers.]
Kid, that's not - that's not something anyone can just...do. That's not something I can do. I don't know anyone who can do that without - effort.
[Drawing someone's soul out with the musical hum of resonance, with the accompanying sprinkle of blue dusting the tips of hair, or because the whiff of ozone was hidden just beyond the sequence of progression.]
[But this would be a first.]