The souls, or "phantoma", as we call it... that my class and I harvest. [ Harvest, also the term they use, as if corpses were crops at the end of autumn, waiting to be reaped.

To Benedikta, it might appear as Rem is only lifting her hand, palm upward with nothing in it. But to Rem, there is something there: a misty, ivory sphere, resonating with neither warmth nor sound, or even presence. Her fingers curl as she recaptures the soul.

It reminds her once more that, even if she is to honor her agreement with Cid and not going to use them, she still has to find a place to store them. Her being almost swayed by the merman to come with them is proof enough of that. Should any monster enchant her and capture her, they'll have hundreds of other souls in their possession all at once.... and access to a lot of power, if they're capable of using them. ]

It's part of our duty as Class Zero. [ Rem glances at the hand on her shoulder, then at Benedikta. It's difficult to read the other's expression, but as for Rem's, she can't exactly mask the defensiveness in her tone. ] And using them is how we become stronger, too.