WHAT EQUALS THE VALUE OF A HUMAN SOUL? // OPEN, TASK

[Suiteheart]

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Suite's eyes moved from Roy to Bast and back again as Roy spoke. The subject the melanistic bobcat was talking about was obviously one he did not want to discuss. The polar bear's nonexistent eyebrows drew together in concern. Death was not an easy thing to relive through spoken word. She had died once, and the mere thought of it still shook her to her core.

She would nod as he told her he would take care of the cleaning himself, though she still wished to help him. To her, cleaning was therapeutic, in a way. It was quite literally washing, sweeping, and dusting away all that ailed you in that moment.

"Well, if you do need help, let me know, Roy," Suiteheart responded, settling into a sitting position as she watched him work at scrubbing the symbol away.
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