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It remembered its SOUL. It remembered it’s SOUL, and held onto that memory. It remembered being created. It remembered the confusion its SOUL felt, giving way to curiosity, then acceptance as the VESSEL’s body was crafted. It remembered when its SOUL gave it a mind. It remembered the love that its SOUL began to radiate, as it gave them a gift and a name.
It remembered being loved.
It remembered when it was discarded, thrown away into the darkness mere moments after it’s creation. It wanted to cry out, call to it’s SOUL. But it had not been given a voice, so it stayed silent and alone in the void.
It needed to find it’s SOUL. The discard could it, the tugging emptiness where it was supposed to be. First it went down. There was no bottom. So it went up. There was no top. It went to the sides. There were no walls. There was nothing in the dark except the discarded. Its SOUL stopped calling to it. The discarded could still feel it. The SOUL was not gone, but muffled. The SOUL had found a vessel, and the discarded had been replaced. The SOUL didn’t need it. The SOUL didn’t want it anymore.
It remembered being loved.
So it did the only thing it could. It slept. Or perhaps it didn’t. There was not much difference, whether awake or asleep, there was not much difference. Both in sleep and in the void, there was nothing. Alone in the timeless dark. It had nothing, nothing but the memories of its brief life, and the emptiness in its chest.
When it wasn’t sleeping, or perhaps when it was if a discarded vessel is even capable of dreaming, it clung to those memories, few as they were. It remembered every second it was bathed in its SOUL’s light, and it held off the darkness that threatened to pull the discarded into nothingness.
“Interesting.” A voice pulled them from their sleep. It was a voice it remembered, that rung as deep through its body as the memory of its SOUL. “Very interesting. You shouldn’t exist anymore, yet here you are.”
It was a voice it remembered. A voice it hated. The voice that threw it away, that took it from its SOUL. It reached out to grab the voice, but there was nothing but darkness. It tried to scream out, to yell, to plead, but it couldn’t.
“How wonderful.” The voice said. The Voice was ambivalent. Interested. The Voice wasn’t its SOUL, the vessel couldn’t feel it. “I thought I got rid of you, yet here you are.” The Voice was dangerous, it concluded. The Voice had thrown it away. The Voice could do it again. It lashed out, but it’s arms met nothing. “Are you trying to scare me away?” The Voice asked.
No.. No. The discarded didn’t want The Voice here. Why was it here?
“You don’t have a soul, and were never given life, so you should not be acting on your own. Excellent, this will be very interesting.” The Voice was amused. The Voice had taken its SOUL away, and it was amused.
“You are right, little Discard. This is very amusing. But I won’t throw you away again. It will be far more interesting to watch you struggle.”