Lucas accompanied Belle to her room, her footsteps softer than in the past as if she were dragging it. He hadn't asked how she hurt her hand but he understood that it was done by herself. As much as the people or the creatures who belonged to the land of the dead wanted to get to her, they couldn't right now. Not all souls could be touched as pleased but somewhere, something told him that her soul was transcending to the realm of the dead which was not supposed to happen.
Not many lived sanely when their souls started to fluctuate, half in the living and half in the dead, things were going to mesh together one day where reality would be hard to hold on to.
