







It was a soul. It was a human soul. And I held it in my hand, and I felt it beating, and I...Iputitinmyhamstercage. And....it's just been sitting there ever since you guys left a few hours back.
I would've called you, beacuse...you know, human soul and...you're the only human I know, but I know its not yours. Yours is blue, unless...humans souls can just...switch traits? I wouldn't be surprised if yours did, I haven't really known you that well at all ever since...well, you know. But I do know that souls shatter after not being in their body for a while, and this one's still not even cracked, so...maybe I'll just...keep it there for a while, until I figure out what else to do with it.
...It's alive. Er, no- I know it's alive, but I mean like...alive alive? Like, it moves around in the cage and and it presses itself against the glass and looks straight at me, like it's aware, and it's just something pretending to be a soul.
It terrifies me. But...at the same time it's...the nice kind of terrifying? If that still makes any sense?
It's weird. I know it's really, really weird, but...it's kinda cute?
It acts like it wants to be in there. It just...floats around sometimes, or it hides inside the little house, or it rolls around in the wood chips. Right now, it's just...lying in the blanket pile. Dimmed. Like it's sleeping.
...Is it weird to say that I like it? That I'm imagining waking up and having it be there in my head? Just...to have someone to talk to, and to be there and...do things with?
Nothing weird! Just...maybe I'd...boot up Cat Petterz and...show it my collection, or drag its cage close enough to watch me play Dragon Blazers, or...see if it can drink anything. Maybe it likes hot chocolate.
...Maybe if I keep talking to it, and pretending that it can hear me, then...I'll be able to talk to you again too.
Fwahaha, wouldn't that be a nice dream, little guy? Er...what is your name, anyways? It's not like you have a name tag or anything...
...Right, right! You're a soul! You can't actually uh...talk or anything.
...I'll just call you light. Little Light. Because you're a light, and you're...little.
Hey! Don’t look at me like that! I never said I was good at naming things, and…
...and we can figure it all out tomorrow, I think. You'll be safe here.
Goodnight, Little Light.