[There's a reason, certainly. The reason is there but they simply cannot access it, do not know how to access it. Their free hand creeps up to the center of their chest, resting over the green cloth of their shirt.]
[The place where a human SOUL would be kept.]
[A flicker of something tears across their expressionless face, vivid and pained. Like so many other things about them, it is as transient as it is brutal in its intensity.]
no subject
[The place where a human SOUL would be kept.]
[A flicker of something tears across their expressionless face, vivid and pained. Like so many other things about them, it is as transient as it is brutal in its intensity.]
[And then, of course, it's gone.]
Can't say.