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I think it's probably possible to become accustomed to anything, given time. Maybe not comfortable with it, but like learning to ignore an irritating noise, we can learn to deal with even the strangest circumstances.

Roads would make sense, as a will-o-wisp. They lure people off of established paths, typically out into swamps or other wilds. Are you incorporeal? [He holds his hand out for Dante to touch if they like, an offer but not an expectation.]

[There's something somewhat comforting to that, they suppose. That even this mess can be gotten used to in time.

Seeing his offered hand, they hesitate a moment before reaching out--just with a finger, just to test if it goes through. It doesn't, for better or worse, but it leaves an uncomfortable sensation for Gale in its wake: something too hot and far, far too cold.]

< Maybe it's something I need to concentrate on to do. Or... not concentrate on. Something in-between? >

Ohh, fascinating! The sensation isn't pleasant, but I don't think you're feeding on me, though I'm also not afraid, so perhaps that's the reason? [He tips his head, thinking.] Perhaps, yes, it could be something you could do with concentration. It's hard to say.

< I'm trying very, very hard not to. >

[Because boy does that other soul want to, with the ability to do so so tantalizingly close. It was hard enough to keep those lights from popping up and making everything more difficult earlier.]

< I'm still surprised you're so calm about all this. Especially with that possibility out there. >

You might not have a choice in the long term, if that becomes a dietary necessity. I suspect you'll need to learn to feed without taking too much. These souls aren't going anywhere, so we need to learn to control them. [Which, he knows it's ironic coming from him, given his own difficulties in doing just that.

He laughs at that last statement.] You could say I'm sort of accustomed to... well, not situations quite like this, but a certain degree of unpredictability, shall we say.

[It seems like a lot of people are. Not enough to find it easy to deal with--somehow they have their doubts that anyone would--but enough to be willing to try and go with the flow while they're here.]

< Is that a way of saying you've been through worse? Because I definitely understand if that's the case. >

[The fire that forms their being seems to blow away in the wind, leaving Dante's previous form behind to settle back on the earth.

An uncomfortable burning sensation remains in their chest as the glow dies down and disappears, and they have to fight the urge to rub at the spot in an attempt to massage it away.]

I suppose 'worse' remains to be seen as things continue to unfold, but I've been through... upheaval and change before.

[He watches Dante's shifted form vanish like a blown out candle, and wonders at how different it is from his own.]

I'm not sure whether I was able to offer much help other than a few educated guesses, but I hopeful that the second perspective on your form was at least beneficial.

[The pause is difficult to ignore. They wonder if it's something he doesn't like talking about. They suppose they can understand that.]

< No, it's definitely a help, even if it was a guess. I've got a starting point to go off of now. >

[Even if they're not exactly thrilled with what it says about their future.]

< And I guess it could be worse, so I shouldn't complain too much. >

[Gale tips his head in acknowledgement of this statement.] We all have our burdens to bear, given what Patho-Gen has done to us. Not everyone struggles with their Natural Soul, oddly enough, but they've still been transported to a new world in the midst of a crisis. We are stronger if we stand together and help one another, I think.

[The people brought here...

They really are good people, aren't they?]

< ...I think so too. Not like Patho-Gen knows that much more than us in the end, right? So we might as well be the ones to help ourselves out with what we're dealing with. >

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