[Pretty scary is right. But surely they'd sense if something like Father was crawling around, right? Ling and Mei both had sensed him from the moment he came to the country, though they hadn't realized it at the same. But what else could revive him?
Maybe somebody's making artificial Philosopher's stones here? But he doesn't feel any different. He's the result of Father's loneliness, his greed for material wealth and companionship and everything all drawn out. He'd surely feel other things if he was an amalgam of other kinds of souls . . . right?
Hmm. His ruminating is cut short as Ling says that. One hand grips his hip a little tighter, an impulsive reaction towards that hint of separation. Stay.]
Isn't stopping you from using it like it's yours anyway.
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Maybe somebody's making artificial Philosopher's stones here? But he doesn't feel any different. He's the result of Father's loneliness, his greed for material wealth and companionship and everything all drawn out. He'd surely feel other things if he was an amalgam of other kinds of souls . . . right?
Hmm. His ruminating is cut short as Ling says that. One hand grips his hip a little tighter, an impulsive reaction towards that hint of separation. Stay.]
Isn't stopping you from using it like it's yours anyway.