"Please, bring your friend home."
"The life of the bittys used as bait by the pest control exterminators? Somehow; you know it isn't that sweet. While they aren't mistreated themselves, guilt is an awful concept for a so very small thing. It starts to cloud the Soulshard as a thick fog strangling it but, as time passes by, the whole shard ends up blackening to a point of no return. With every betray, that one cracks a little more and while some of them are lucky enough to get praised by their owners, this doesn't ease the pain enough. Madness is often the way to go and while night terrors lead to sleepless nights, dust soon began to remplace what once was the tiny being."












