Hollowing souls, blood on the breeze

"And I am tired of the slow march of the souls here. I do not mean to torture, truly. But there is little else to do than tempt. You must feel it too... lives are so rarely sparked, and they so rarely die out... compared to out there, anyway." Ludo spoke to the stars because it was easier than speaking to Safrin, and it nestled into the boughs of the tree. It watched the stars glow brighter in places, a wisp of fabric reaching up as if to trace the constellations for her, but it changed its mind soon after. "No," it said quietly. "No, I would not have refused. In fact I would probably be happier to stay, if I had been asked." Ironic. Letting the cloth flutter back amongst the rest, Ludo turned its mask down to gaze at Safrin. "I know we aren't... so why did you give one of them a tool to help start the process? To give them an edge?" LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own