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Itaeo Haruon:
I hated reaping multiple souls. I'm not a pure blooded Reaper like my mother. I'm only a halfbreed so I don't handle soul reaping as well as she does, I find it exhausting.
I released my wraith form and slumped against a tree. Rosalie was gathering all our things trying not to look at the bodies strewn about, Alekan was going over them looking for something and Hector was nowhere to be seen.
“Hey Alekan,” I called “what are you doing? Looking for loose change or something?” he gave me a avian glare but answered calmly.
“Those soldiers had to have a reason to be out in these woods in the middle of the night. I'm merely trying to find that reason.” I shrugged and joined him in digging through pockets and packs. I didn't find anything that might give us a clue. I found plenty of military paraphernalia and a few personal items. One man carried a woman's locket, another carried letters from his mother and still another a small sketchbook filled with drawings.
“They didn't tell me anything.” I told the griffin as I searched. “I asked every one why they were here but they all forgot. It's a common side effect of dying, you forget. The second to last one might have know something. He was the captain and when I asked him he told me to go to hell.” I thought I saw a ghost of a laugh ghost on Alekan's beak.
“Yeah , that's what he said. I told him “Sorry captain I'm not going just yet, you are!” he wasn't too pleased about that.” at this Alekan actually chuckled.
“No I'm sure he wasn't.”
Rosalie just then threw my bag, narrowly missing my head.
“It's horrible that you can joke about such things!” she said sitting down near us, she had Kylar's bag in her hands and was obviously upset.
“Sorry Rosalie, but it's either that or I break down and cry my heart out.”
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