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<span class="mu-i">Her forge? Did Her Holiness stand here?</span> The burning need for air makes you realize you've stopped breathing. ''Master Furibol said my soul was touched by Her.'' You dare to look at the divine daughter as she stops a few steps away from you. ''I-I find that so hard to believe, my faith has... it hasn't been the most devoted, I can't think of any services I've done that'd be worth the honor of a Daughter's attention.''
''All <span class="mu-g">faith</span> <span class="mu-b">needs</span> is to be <span class="mu-r">honest</span> and <span class="mu-r">constant</span>.'' Comes Nyct gentle response. ''You've been burdened by our <span class="mu-s">Mother</span> hope since you were born, dear Rey, and somehow managed to become <span class="mu-s">you.</span> You don't need to apologize or feel inadequate.''
"Burdened... I don't think so. I had my troubles, how could she find me worthy?" You've never spoken of your dreams with anyone else; you can't bring yourself to discuss that topic.
Nyct seems to look <span class="mu-s">through</span> you with those intense eyes. The only hole you can crawl into here is the open tunnel behind you. ''Dearest Mother Earth often collects souls that have suffered terrible fates to give them the healing they need... but that often means unorthodox solutions. <span class="mu-g">Metempsychosis</span> <span class="mu-b">Reincarnation.</span>''
A concept often spoken about in all circles of the clergy is to take a soul and put it into another body, to rethread the path of life unburdened by memories. It is unknown what Father Sky ultimately does with people's sentience, so this hypothesis has plenty of adherents.
You feel your body sweating yet a strange cold almost makes you tremble. ''Y-you mean...'' It's an evident conclusion. ''My soul...M-my soul isn't mine?''
''You are the daughter of Rikard and Canaan Vesperus, that will always remain undeniable.'' Nyct crosses the threshold of distance to put her arms on your shoulders. ''But you would have been born<span class="mu-s">without a soul</span> and so our dearest Mother decided to place one. You are still <span class="mu-s">you.</span> You are Rey Vesperus,'' She pauses, her changing eyes bearing no deception. <span class="mu-i">One of the Holy Daughters cannot lie!</span>
<span class="mu-i">You are you. I am me.</span> Your dreams slowly but surely nurtured a poisonous fear you've kept to yourself, yet a daughter of the Good Mother already knows. That person playing her flute was <span class="mu-g">you</span> yet not truly <span class="mu-r">you</span> and all you could do to run away from this anxiety was to distract yourself.
''My dreams are...old memories?'' You've never said it out loud. It was such an obvious possibility, perhaps the very first soul affliction your parent discovered. You couldn't accept it. Didn't want to. You've always followed the paths your parents took but has it been -truly- your choice?
<span class="mu-i">Of course it was! I told them about my dreams, my fears... Once I understood how lies can hurt, I never kept any secrets!</span> You place a hand between your breasts, breathing in and out, it's as if something deep within you is stirring, an old bandage coming undone.
