07-16-2021, 20:55:50 PM
[The Soul looks up from where they're laying at the others and decides to prop themselves back up, still cocooned in the blanket Nellie gave them.] "why do the good voices want help from us to fight the bad voices? if they can't fight them alone, asking weaker people for help won't do much good. ...if anything, i'm just dead weight. both literally and metaphorically..." [They pat the skull of their skeleton. ...Surprisingly, they're unbothered by the melting candle wax on it. Perks of being a ghost, I guess.]
SYMPTOMATIC
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY