You were done. Physically and mentally, Mahito had beaten you. You were already coughing blood, you were covered in bruises and your bones were broken. But he hasn’t turned you yet, hasn’t transformed you. Instead he was yapping about the human soul, the pain and the beauty in their anger and hatred for each other. The lies they’ve told each other and everyone else – and themselves. How small a human soul was once its size was used up and how he felt .. just so alone because nobody understood him or whatever. It was just rambling and nonsense you didn’t understand anyway, right?

“But you! Your soul, it’s strong. Sorcerer souls are always strong, you know. It’s so pretty to watch them move around, see how their soul grows and exists within themselves. Beautiful!” Mahito threw his arms into the air and swirled around happily. He knew you didn’t understand a word nor why he wasn’t transforming you. You just had to keep fighting … or give up. “The soul is the most precious part of someone’s entire existence.”