Manifesting your soul. Elysia was looking at you as you had rested your head upon her lap. She wasn’t crying, but she wasn’t happy either.

You were her number one disciple. One who truly followed her regardless of where she went. She cherished you—running her hands through your hair.

Keeping your soul intact as she was trying to not lose you. Just why did you have to sacrifice yourself for the sake of her? A demon whom is unworthy of the love of a mortal, training to be a witch.