[is it supposed to hurt? is it supposed to make things hurt less. kavinsky does not have a strong concept of what a soul is supposed to mean or do or change in its absence. at best he thinks he'll die, which is morbid and a little pathetic, but such sentiments always drive death metal. why would they not drive joseph kavinsky as well.
he looks down to watch billy's hand. at some point in the process he realizes he's not seeing the magician's hand outside of him and encroaching in, so much as he's seeing it inside of himself, tangible and unnameably strange. his heart kick steps faster, anxiety where there should be agony. maybe billy will pull out a burning lump of coal, or a parasite, he thinks.]
Is it big? Above average.
[he can't not ask. he can't not joke. he doesn't blink.]
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he looks down to watch billy's hand. at some point in the process he realizes he's not seeing the magician's hand outside of him and encroaching in, so much as he's seeing it inside of himself, tangible and unnameably strange. his heart kick steps faster, anxiety where there should be agony. maybe billy will pull out a burning lump of coal, or a parasite, he thinks.]
Is it big? Above average.
[he can't not ask. he can't not joke. he doesn't blink.]