Al freezes up, but the uncertainty clutches at him just the same, ice-cold and uneasy. Something feels oddly tight in him, though he doesn't waste time wondering what that could possibly be. For how could a soul in a hollow suit of armor feel... breathless?
Marona could trap souls in objects. Souls like him in objects like armor and who knows what else. Such talents are human alchemy and are forbidden, and considering her fear of being hated it must be the same where she is from. A thousand questions run through his mind all at once but he is so startled he can't grab ahold of any of them to properly put into words.
He sighs softly and shakes his head. It's not like he is one who is capable of passing judgment. His only fear is his personal, hands on knowledge of what happens when someone attempts human transmutations.
"I don't hate you either. " He says quietly, almost as if sharing a secret. "I just don't understand why you would want to bind someone's soul to something.."
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Marona could trap souls in objects. Souls like him in objects like armor and who knows what else. Such talents are human alchemy and are forbidden, and considering her fear of being hated it must be the same where she is from. A thousand questions run through his mind all at once but he is so startled he can't grab ahold of any of them to properly put into words.
He sighs softly and shakes his head. It's not like he is one who is capable of passing judgment. His only fear is his personal, hands on knowledge of what happens when someone attempts human transmutations.
"I don't hate you either. " He says quietly, almost as if sharing a secret. "I just don't understand why you would want to bind someone's soul to something.."