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The next day, Oh –the soul, she tells herself, the soul- tells her that she is important to the lantern. Her respond is sarcastic and dry. It uses some time to explain that she was right; she is not human after all.

The Carrier snaps that she knew. She can feel the soul's eyes on her, but she cannot tell if they are judging or not.

The stinging in her chest makes her hope that it does not.

She still refuse to look at the odd soul. She is scared, but of what she is not sure of. She will not give it the pleasure.