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Oh requests the lantern, later. It is dark again; the souls are calmly sleeping under the stars, completely trusting the Carrier to protect them, to watch over them as if she has nothing better to do. Completely horrified, she begs its pardon. It asks her to trust it.
She hands it the lantern.
Her hands feel so empty, so light and so free when the lantern is gone. As if it is a burden she does not wish to have.
The moment it touches the other soul's hand, the light goes out. Darkness surrounds them and cold air suddenly laugh at them for letting it enter their throats. The Carrier snatches the lantern back immediately, happy when the flame flares to life, bringing light with it once again.