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I think you'll find my soul missing. [He's dead alright. He even fought an embodiment of Death and won.]

My soul is already owned by the Creator and he hasn't let me go yet.

Indeed. My soul is also owned by my creator. She also has not let me go...but I've got no reason to want her to.

So it is. Seems I've got some competition.

My Creator brought me back three times because he didn't think I was done yet.

Not bad. I lost count. Her servants never die.

Lucky you. I don't have that fortune myself. Dying sucks.

Always good to meet a co-worker. Any specific souls you specialize in?

Competition? Please, I'm a doctor. I save lives, I don't take them.

Well then, who took yours?

We go down, but she brings us back and heals all wounds and restores us as long as the damage was not done before she sealed our contracts.

Right now, the Witch of the Wilds prefers for us to focus on Adlersbrunn, but I am looking for two others...a soldier and an alchemist.

How would I know? I died and was brought back with alien technology. But it's just my brain that works. I can't eat, have sex or feel a pulse.

Sounds familiar.

What conditions has this Creator given you?

[Well, that sounds familiar...well, all but the sex part. If it was below his neck it still worked the way it was supposed to when he needed it to.]

So it is more like...Undeath than truly alive is it? A pity.

Conditions? I was his Champion and chosen Protector of the Light. My duty was to guard the Shrine and seek out those that wished to abuse its power. I spent three life times following his command and fought back against evil. There was no "conditions" other than following his command.

I'm pretty much undead yes. But my mind is intact and as brilliant as ever. I also doesn't rot but I can't heal my wounds. At least I don't bleed.

It's actually already been claimed by a different pumpkin-wearing spirit. Sorry. Um, I can offer you one of my pet crickets instead, if that helps?

One must be grateful for small favors, eh? At least your mind is unscathed.

So...what do you get out of it? Anything?

I'm not about to try to make a move on someone else's quarry. You may keep your crickets...but may I see them?

Sure! I got little tubes to connect their main cages, so they can come together to chirp or go back to their own little rooms as needed. Like a family!

[Raddle has good bug cages, the artisanal kind with mesh and small food bowls and lightly heated floors, and has connected them via hamster habitrail tubes. Within the main cage - the living room, if you will - are four crickets, cheerfully singing at each other.]

These are my friends - Hli, Mooch, Springy, and Bob. Bob's named after my old roommate.

Small favors yeah. [Frowns.]

Not much. [He shrugs.] I'd save the world though. That was something.

[He leaned over to look, his face can't show it because its expression doesn't change, but the Reaper is very impressed with their set up.]

They are very well cared for.

Was it a consenting process?

No.

I try my best. I never had time for pets back when I lived in the city, so I decided that I'd try to do things right now that I can. They bring me joy, and I bring them snacks! It's a mutually beneficial relationship.

I had a firefly for a while, too, but I released him when the swarm started moving away from the island. He would've been lonely without them.

Indeed. You don't gain anything if the world you live in is destroyed.

I'd say I've gained more of the world I live in than most mortals.