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Ara raised an eyebrow in utter amazement; very few would actually own up to killing any in general and this ghoul had fessed up to more than nine thousand. The amazement quickly passed and was replaced with an unquenchable fury, is he proud of this? Perhaps he believes he can not ever be defeated; he would be very wrong, he thought. "Are you proud, ghoul? Do you find enjoyment in the remebrance of your murders? Do you think you can't be killed? Anything with a soul can be killed, ghoul," He straightened up in an almost haughty manner, "I on the other hand can not because I don't have a soul."

This comment was partly true; Ara didn't have a soul rather he shared one but he could be killed. Most however had no idea how, actually no living person knew how. As far as this ghoul knew though he was just like him; hack of anything, behead him, it didn't matter what the man did the boy would not die. Rejoicing in this knowledge he held no fear for taking on a supposedly unkillable ghoul.

The other half of Arasi sat alone in the forest; listening, waiting, and almost sleeping. Si's tears had finally stopped only moments ago and now she was laying on her side clutching her little toy cat close to her bosom; she even had her eyes closed. Not that that would truly affect her. There was no reason for little Si to worry; she would know if Ara got hurt. After all, they shared the others pain.

Slowly the wind started to blow and softly ruffled her silvery hair and little black dress. It created a peaceful and beautiful scene that remained uninterrupted and should have stayed that way. However, the girl suddenly sat up. This ghoul, why does he seem so familiar to me? I haven't seen him before have I? Though she knew it would have been best for her to stay where she was she stood up and wandered in the direction she sensed both Ara and the enemy. She felt her way through; finding and avoiding the trees. The closer she got the more her heart began to race and she got this...feeling. What is this feeling? They aren't my own. They aren't Ara's. Whose do they belong to? Si frowned, Perhaps, a soul I have eaten?

Moments later she reached the small clearing in time to hear Ara mention the fact he could not die. A small lie but none the less true enough. What instead got her attention was the rediculous desire to protect the ghoul she knew would be standing before her. She had not the smalles idea what he looked like and what she sensed from him was nothing she was familiar with. It had to be some kind of powerful emotion a soul she had eaten had for this creature before them. Unconciously she ran towards him, her heart racing the whole way.

Somehow she found him and latched on. For some strange reason she had gone completely out of character and into a new one. Or rather an old one that was supposed to have been dead but instead seemed to have remained in tact inside her. Emotions, she concluded, are powerful things.