[He considers this a moment, his fingers stroking over the light of K's soul. Whatever Kavinsky is feeling (or not) Billy is being a little less introspective. Like all magic this fascinates him, and even more because it's untrod territory. He's holding someone's soul. And that isn't a metaphor.]
I thought it would be more like surgery.
[He tilts his head, looks a little hesitant.]
I should probably put it back.
[They're in a strange bubble. It's a place where Billy's magic isn't scary or weird or annoying. Kavinsky is, oddly enough, the only person who treats it that way. Like it's magic. They're flying, and Billy has K's soul, and maybe he just doesn't want to go back to the real world where his magic shop sells more books than spells.
He opens his hands a little, and the while pulsing thing floats a bit, just a bit, suspended between them.
(What Billy really wants is to study this more, his desire to know overcoming his good sense)]
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I thought it would be more like surgery.
[He tilts his head, looks a little hesitant.]
I should probably put it back.
[They're in a strange bubble. It's a place where Billy's magic isn't scary or weird or annoying. Kavinsky is, oddly enough, the only person who treats it that way. Like it's magic. They're flying, and Billy has K's soul, and maybe he just doesn't want to go back to the real world where his magic shop sells more books than spells.
He opens his hands a little, and the while pulsing thing floats a bit, just a bit, suspended between them.
(What Billy really wants is to study this more, his desire to know overcoming his good sense)]