[ Human soul? Human souls outside the sanctity of the human body... don't become so elegant in his world. The wild magic of the celestial beasts turns all souls ravenous and crazed, amorphous and wretched. The misery of the Trench is different, but sings a familiar tune for blood. ]
And now you know that I am not most people.
[ He is the servant of something inhuman, to align himself with its teachings has changed him. Something made of smoke and cinder, smoldering and casting wild shadows. His eyes are dark and the look in them may be familiar in the Trench: he has seen things that cannot be unseen, his eyes are so very open. This impression of him is potent with his sudden deep scrutiny. ]
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And now you know that I am not most people.
[ He is the servant of something inhuman, to align himself with its teachings has changed him. Something made of smoke and cinder, smoldering and casting wild shadows. His eyes are dark and the look in them may be familiar in the Trench: he has seen things that cannot be unseen, his eyes are so very open. This impression of him is potent with his sudden deep scrutiny. ]