Everything's different here. You can start over. All over!
[They never talk this much but it's all spilling out in a streamlined burst, part prayer and part plea. How do you FIGHT something that you never had to FIGHT, but was inside you all along?
They freeze, rigid in indecision. The knife's pommel is digging a painful lump in their back. They could twist around, reach for it.
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[They never talk this much but it's all spilling out in a streamlined burst, part prayer and part plea. How do you FIGHT something that you never had to FIGHT, but was inside you all along?
They freeze, rigid in indecision. The knife's pommel is digging a painful lump in their back. They could twist around, reach for it.
They don't have anything else.]
How do you know you don't have a SOUL here?