Think of it this way. It's like Malik's chopped a piece of it off and left it here. But it's connected by a thread, just the barest thing. Like a nerve ending that's almost completely severed. And through that, it can get occasional signals. Fear, joy, affection... like a lost limb still feeling sensation because the mind thinks it should.
Occasionally Malik comes back to check on it, which means it's getting information sporadically and only then. Otherwise... it's resting peacefully here, nestled in your soul.
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[Yeah, he can tell she doesn't get it.]
Think of it this way. It's like Malik's chopped a piece of it off and left it here. But it's connected by a thread, just the barest thing. Like a nerve ending that's almost completely severed. And through that, it can get occasional signals. Fear, joy, affection... like a lost limb still feeling sensation because the mind thinks it should.
Occasionally Malik comes back to check on it, which means it's getting information sporadically and only then. Otherwise... it's resting peacefully here, nestled in your soul.