Laying to Rest

The invisible hands that cupped her own seemed to tremor ever so slightly, and Ludo sighed into her ear. "If you believe there was a soul then there was a soul," it said simply. Her words were too vague and too nebulous for it to offer the comfort it had come to provide. Nameless hopes for a faceless child - Phoebe did not give it even dreams of would-be memories for it to fashion something out of. So it remained with her, mere warmth and weight and comfort, for a few minutes, before the feeling would lift and disperse among the trees. "Light your candles for that little soul, wherever you might. It would probably like to know that you do not forget it." Ludo's voice echoed through the branches. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own