“Sometimes they whisper to me,” he said, lowering his voice like he was confiding in me and offering Max a dark scowl as though he wished he weren’t there to hear it too. “I can feel them,” Max said tightly. “And they don’t whisper; they scream. Those souls are trapped and suffering. Your creation lashed them here on the wrong side of The Veil. Every moment of their prolonged existence is an agony which taints the air surrounding you.”
Eeesh
