Pure Vanilla takes a slice of pizza but doesn't eat it, instead peeling a jelly off of it with idly fingers, rearranging it. He opens his mouth, and closes it. He really doesn't want to think about it, what he did. Is it wrong? Was it right?
Witches help him, he has no answer, though he knows he would have done it again in a heartbeat. ]
His soul. I returned with it safely.
[ He sets his pizza down and hangs his head. There is absolutely none of his usual joie de vivre. Instead he looks as broken as he's felt for ages. ]
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Pure Vanilla takes a slice of pizza but doesn't eat it, instead peeling a jelly off of it with idly fingers, rearranging it. He opens his mouth, and closes it. He really doesn't want to think about it, what he did. Is it wrong? Was it right?
Witches help him, he has no answer, though he knows he would have done it again in a heartbeat. ]
His soul. I returned with it safely.
[ He sets his pizza down and hangs his head. There is absolutely none of his usual joie de vivre. Instead he looks as broken as he's felt for ages. ]
Callan had it.
[ Is there any real need to explain further. ]