The pills…
This was the first time that he'd been able to communicate with his soul—to understand it on a deeper level. And right now, the desire he felt from it was almost overwhelming.
It had been three years since he last experienced this feeling.
I'm scared…
What if something goes wrong?
He tried to convey his feelings back to his soul, but as he expected—it didn't react—didn't respond. Michael let out a small sigh, resigning himself. His soul was not a separate entity, it was himself, there was no way that it could speak to him.
Should he trust it? Should he take the risk?
If taking one of the pills could awaken his unique soul trait, he would not only gain an ability—he would be able to garner the support of the headmaster. This was something that he desperately needed, especially after the recent events.
Suddenly a wave of determination swept through Michael, filling him with confidence.
