mmmfilletofsoul | 5th l o s t s o u l ~ [Action]

[It was Sunday today. That meant today was the day Cheyenne had to do something she hated doing more than anything else in Luceti.]

[Grocery shopping.]

[She can be found walking around inside the grocery store, holding an empty bag at her side. Every so often she picks something up, frowns at it, and then puts it back. Occassionally she might shake something, maybe even peek under her blindfold in the hopes of getting a better look at it, but so far that bag looks pretty empty. She'll keep this up for about an hour until she's filled the bag, most of it either produce or something microwavable, and then make her way back to CH 6 to drop her things off. Unfortunately, all the snow from the day before was still covering most of the paths, so she'll probably trip once or twice on her way there.]

[That out of the way, Cheyenne moves on to how she usually spends her day: finding various places to relax and perhaps listen to the spirits passing by throughout the village. More often than not, that place is a bridge; the running water of the river underneath is one of the few things she's always able to see, after all. It's much more comforting than the stillness of her apartment, even if it is chillier sitting near the water.]

[And in the evening, after a failed cooking attempt that she won't be in the mood to talk about, she heads to Seventh Heaven to get something to eat there. All in all, a rather normal day for this illusionist.]

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[Cheyenne doesn't notice his shock right away, merely tilting her head to the side.] Of course. Were I unable to sense you, I would not have noticed when you entered the store, nor would I know where it is you are standing.

But... I'm a replica. How could I have a soul?

[But he still presses his palm against his chest. This is a fake body, just a copy of someone else's. It... really houses a soul?]

A replica? [Oh, she's heard this term before. And the same reaction, it seems.]

I know not what you mean by that statement, but I can see quite plainly that your soul is human. I would be unable to see you as I do now if that were not the case.

[This is- way too overwhelming. Luke's fist clenches and twists in his shirt, and he tears his attention away from Cheyenne to stare down at it. How is that... possible? For a replica to have a human's soul? Maybe... Maybe it was Asch's? Was his very soul replicated?

He bites and tugs on his lip before he answer her.]

I'm... not a real person. I'm just a copy of one...

If you are a copy of a real person, that would still imply that you are a real person as well, would it not?

[He may have looked away, but she hasn't. She tilts her head again.] Although I suppose that would explain why it is your soul appears so young. Am I correct in assuming you are younger than you look?

[It almost hurts to hear her say that, to imply that he's a real person. No, that's not what it means. He wouldn't be treated like a wild animal back at home if they thought of him that way.

He looks up at her again once she mentions the ages... Well, there goes his theory on his soul being Asch's replicated.]

Y... Yeah. I'm seven. [Normally he'd hate to admit that, and even now, it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. But this is important.]

I see. [She's looking him over, watching the subtle changes within him as his mood falls even farther. She frowns.]

My apologies. I did not mean to upset you. Would you have rather not known about the existence of your soul?

N-No, no! I mean... I'm glad you told me. If I didn't know, I... [He looks down at his hand again, still twisted in his coat.] I would've kept thinking I was just an empty shell.

An empty shell...? [Cheyenne had seen her fair share of empty shells. Luke was by no means empty. She shakes her head.]

I am uncertain what sort of world you come from where you might get an idea like that, but it could not be farther from the truth. I can see your soul quite clearly... a soft green light, with such a rich color...

Green...? [He was expecting something like red, or fire, or... something. But green? That... actually sounds kind of nice.

His hand relaxes within his coat.]

Green, huh...

Yes. The particular shade of green is what distinguishes your soul as unique. I have never seen two souls of identical shade before.

[Tilting her head to the side.] There was another creature here who was similarly disbelieving of my words when I told her she possessed a soul. I was not aware a thing such as a soul was uncommon in other worlds.