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She smiles as it walks up to her, keeping her pace with ease. She awaits its snarky comment; she awaits its words, simply because the soul always begins their conversations. It surprises her; however, as it pleads to know what she was so scared off, why she was scared of meeting its gaze.

And the Carrier considers. She considers what to say, for a long time, and does not answer before a sunset and sunrise has passed.

Finally, she settles for the truth.

I was a fool. I thought I could outrun love; I thought I could avoid falling for you, when really, my face was already covered in mud.

(I'M SO SORRY I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS AAAAAH)