The sound that came out of him was more like a childish giggle than anything else as his sight changed to a bright, radiating, flamingo pink. His heart felt as light as the very soul in his palm. That heavy feeling as it dangled from his tongue must have been from pulling it out of her body, yet it truly weighed nothing. Her soul came to me. That same childish sound of adoring delight escaped him. He couldn’t believe he was staring at it, holding it. That he was petting it.
