Wisp rarely leaves my side now.
Sometimes it feels like it always had
As if she never died
Sometimes she reminds me of what I did
Because someone has to remember
and I can't
Even other times she becomes something else
an animal or an illusion, something dark and clawing that is only borrowing Wisp's form
But even if it tears me apart
I appreciate the company.
Blood on your hands, eh? I'm afraid that's one of those things you either know how to handle, or you don't. I've seen what happens to the ones who don't. It's not very pretty. Best of luck to you.
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