[The shard. Yes... the shard. The strange, glittering hunk of crystal had had felt compelled to reach for in the roots of the tree that somehow, in the rush to claw his way free from the soil, became attached to his being. He had tried to excise it, but even though he ought to be unable to feel physical pain... it had "hurt" him to try. He did not understand how, or why.
And he does not reach for it, but it rests still now in the hollow of his throat beneath the pale white of his cravat, a sharp, splintered hunk of matte black gem.
The problem was... did a Black Child have a soul? He had been human... but the only between them whose soul had never been in question had always been Shiva. Shiva, the one who they called Pure Soul, who was coveted for her unique existence...
He cannot say if that thing in his body had a soul inside, but-]
There is a shard. What is it you mean to say about them?
[One eye blinks at him. Neither of his blink back.]
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And he does not reach for it, but it rests still now in the hollow of his throat beneath the pale white of his cravat, a sharp, splintered hunk of matte black gem.
The problem was... did a Black Child have a soul? He had been human... but the only between them whose soul had never been in question had always been Shiva. Shiva, the one who they called Pure Soul, who was coveted for her unique existence...
He cannot say if that thing in his body had a soul inside, but-]
There is a shard. What is it you mean to say about them?
[One eye blinks at him. Neither of his blink back.]