[to be honest, average would likely entail billy ripping out a lot more souls and fiddling with them for a proper comparison. for now, kavinsky loses that dirty stupid train of thought though, looking down at the thing the sorceror boy has extricated. despite his idiot joke, it's larger than he thought it would be. for some reason, he had been picturing a coal-charred peach pit or something.
and brighter. full of more light, more color, more life than he had imagined. part of him suspects that means morality doesn't show on the soul the way that billy's power manifests it-- it's probably some boringly mathematical, neutral energy concept or something, another symptom of an amoral universe. but despite knowing this, despite even thinking for a moment that maybe billy put a magic screensaver his eyes to force a pleasant illusion or some shit, kavinsky stares and is unmistakably impressed.
and maybe even a little moved, watching the threads swing from his chest like a cobweb in the wind. he counts the pulses. it's just not as ugly or stupid as he thought it would be.]
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and brighter. full of more light, more color, more life than he had imagined. part of him suspects that means morality doesn't show on the soul the way that billy's power manifests it-- it's probably some boringly mathematical, neutral energy concept or something, another symptom of an amoral universe. but despite knowing this, despite even thinking for a moment that maybe billy put a magic screensaver his eyes to force a pleasant illusion or some shit, kavinsky stares and is unmistakably impressed.
and maybe even a little moved, watching the threads swing from his chest like a cobweb in the wind. he counts the pulses. it's just not as ugly or stupid as he thought it would be.]
What happens if you pull it too far away?