"Cole died, not me," Cole clarifies in a singularly unhelpful way. "Spirits don't die like mortals. We don't have an outside holding us in."
Wisdom hadn't died. But she was still gone. Maybe, her energies would reform into a new Wisdom one day, if they weren't devoured by others or consumed my mages to fuel magic.
"I miss being able to help more people." But he looks at the parcel and takes it, fingers running over the paper, eyes half closed. "Tenderness, care, the faintest worry, will he like it, but more affection and friendship than anything. I do like it." Without even opening it. He draws his knife again and carefully slices the tape, treating it like a wax seal more than anything.
He looks very pleased as the paper parts, and then looks at Ben. "It's lovely. It feels warm and bright, soft peaches and yellows." His fingers stroke over the cover again.
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Wisdom hadn't died. But she was still gone. Maybe, her energies would reform into a new Wisdom one day, if they weren't devoured by others or consumed my mages to fuel magic.
"I miss being able to help more people." But he looks at the parcel and takes it, fingers running over the paper, eyes half closed. "Tenderness, care, the faintest worry, will he like it, but more affection and friendship than anything. I do like it." Without even opening it. He draws his knife again and carefully slices the tape, treating it like a wax seal more than anything.
He looks very pleased as the paper parts, and then looks at Ben. "It's lovely. It feels warm and bright, soft peaches and yellows." His fingers stroke over the cover again.