[There's another cough into his hand, and as he opens to look there is some relief that it's not stained in blood. Then again, would he as a soul here? But it's around then that Benedikta appears, and he tries to give her a reassuring smile.]
Better than they are.
[A grim look around the souls that continue to writhe in misshapen forms, the one that had recently been pushed through the rift still cowering on the ground unable to comprehend anything.
But more white lights appear around them, keeping the souls from flying further away. Seeing this, he slowly gets to his feet.]
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Better than they are.
[A grim look around the souls that continue to writhe in misshapen forms, the one that had recently been pushed through the rift still cowering on the ground unable to comprehend anything.
But more white lights appear around them, keeping the souls from flying further away. Seeing this, he slowly gets to his feet.]
Best be out of their way.