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It's not nice.
It's not nice when they hit you with a club to prevent you from getting to your guitar. As if I could actually do something.
If I could speak, I could do more than just fly around the room with a shadow that allows me to see myself. A shadow of personification that only I can see.
I’m just a soul that is being used for some purpose, taken from the depths and definitely not expecting that the soul is alive. The control I got was unexpected for me, but maybe expected for them? For Kris?
And the devils know them.
A dull thud on the heart and a silent but so audible “Ouch”. Kris doesn't hear them. But they hear and see Kris.
They see and hear Susie and Noelle talking, and they see Kris's reaction to their mention in the dialogues. Kris blushes or just looks at the door when he hears his name.
This gives me a head start. I strum the guitar with a small part of me that is my physical form, and Kris looks at me in fright.
I don't move. I know it's pointless, they'll catch them anyway. They will shove them into their chests, forcibly controlling them and not understanding their silent hints that they are Kris, capable of moving even when they are the soul, there.
Kris doesn’t understand the silent hints, Kris doesn’t hear them when they speak, doesn’t perceive their voice, and they can only speak to themselves.
They have no choice but to lead Chris forward, knowing that there are places they will not be allowed to go, places they cannot see, places they cannot read or listen about. They can't even write unless they have to.
They are caged in this body, caged even outside the body, caged by the fact of their existence.
Who are they? They don’t know. They know that they are a soul, but they don't remember who they were. A person, for sure. But now it doesn't matter as such.
We have to go down to Susie and Noelle.