[What is might be empty, but once was is still stained upon their soul. To look at any individual might seem like the same at once, until she begins to peer closer. From a single soul comes the outline of a man. His hair is golden, but his eyes are white and empty. What was wailing is in fact the same words being repeated over and over:
Please stop. Please stop. Please stop.
He is trapped in that moment between life and death and though he cannot escape it, he seems to notice her attention. Desperately he tries to claw at her, urging her to pull him away. His hands take on physical form, enough to try and begin to claw at her as if to pull her into the torrent as well.
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Please stop. Please stop. Please stop.
He is trapped in that moment between life and death and though he cannot escape it, he seems to notice her attention. Desperately he tries to claw at her, urging her to pull him away. His hands take on physical form, enough to try and begin to claw at her as if to pull her into the torrent as well.
Greed watches impassively.]