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[fabrecation]

[Filtered to Guy//Ridiculously hackable Unhackable]

Hey, Guy? My hair's getting kind of long... Could you come cut it for me? I'd do it myself, but I can't really see back there...


[Filtered to Ion//So hackable it hurts Unhackable]

Ion, can I talk to you? It's important.

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[Now that those are out of the way, Luke rests his chin in his hand and stares off to the side, lost in thought. The thing he wanted to talk to Ion about... It's been weighing heavily on his mind ever since he heard it. Luke isn't sure what to think of it, or even how to feel about it. There's a sort of happiness inside him, sure, but... he can't deny the hesitation and confusion he feels. So, after a few minutes, he opens up the journal again to ask the general populace:]

What do you think it means to have a soul?

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[fabrecation]

[That confirmation just makes Luke stop in his tracks and raise his hand to press his palm against his chest again. He isn't twisting it in his shirt, at least... But it's still so strange to hear.]

Oh... You think so?

[seiriald]

Yeah, warm souls are always good souls. [They were far easier to trust, anyway. More honest, innocent... and younger.]

... But the age doesn't match up with you? [That's what it sounded like.]

[fabrecation]

Good, huh... [Luke still isn't really sure about that. After all he's done, his soul can be considered good? But... Whatever, it's not like he can question someone who can see his soul.]

Y-Yeah, that's right. It... looks kind of young, right?

[seiriald]

It does... [There's so many emotions wrapping around you that it's starting to make her feel a little dizzy. Where to even start talking about it?]

How old are you anyway...?

[fabrecation]

I'm supposed to be seventeen...

[Luke... really hates admitting this. There's a reason why he always makes a face when it's pointed out to him, after all.]

But I'm really just seven.

[seiriald]

Seven...? That makes sense, I suppose. [Many reasons for that run through her mind, but she's not going to pry if he doesn't want to share.]

... It... bothers you, doesn't it?