[Six faintly thinks she recalls what a soul is, although she can't recall where she's learned it. It's certainly strange information, even if it doesn't seem bad... yet. She takes another step, her limbs tense in preparation to leap anywhere in response to anything, and she raises a hand again, this time palm out.]
[It... It looks really soft. So much so she kind of wants to touch it.]
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[It... It looks really soft. So much so she kind of wants to touch it.]