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Xiao returned his attention to the boy who was now hanging by a very thin thread. To extract one's dreams, they must still be alive--and the last moments of their death are a frightening eternal nightmare. He did as he was told and pulled the boy's dreams out until a glowing substance sat lightly in his hand. The smell was different for everyone's dreams; those with pure hearts having the sweetest of fragrances just like this boy's. The tastes of dreams themselves were rather unrememberable, but the textures were all the same.
He devoured it as quickly as possible, holding his breath so that sickly sweet aroma wouldn't stick around in his nose to haunt him. As he did, the dying boy's expression changed from empty to horrified, and then his body finally gave in to the drastic wound in his chest and slumped over.
He just stared helplessly at the body for awhile while his master nodded in approval. The weight of the god's hand clapping his shoulder barely managed to snap Xiao out of his distraught gaze.
"You'll learn to love the taste, Alatus. Then their distraught expressions as you take from them."