As I stare into the tiny flame the old ladies words keep playing in my mind “A soul is much like a flame. It does not exist to simply be. It must be fed and nourished so that a flame becomes a fire. However, precaution is needed to handle such a thing. In one’s control it can create such beauty and flow abundantly. Although, when out of control it can become the greatest distraction that will destroy everything in its path” As I recite them once more I blow out a breath heavily.I know that this place is supposed to be Morbius’ soul but the only thing in it that I can compare to him is the darkness. Why would someone like him even need any light at all with that kind of evil living inside them? Even as I ask myself the question, I know that something feels wrong about it. I would chalk it up to the mate bond but I cant deny that a part of me doesn’t believe that he is evil. Well, it doesn’t want to believe it. Then it hits me. I have to feed the flame.I look around the darkened room
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