[ To that he reaches out and takes Cacao's hand with his, folds their fingers together, squeezes tight as his thumb moves in a soft stroke. Trying to ease some of that anxiety. ]

I believe it may be so. Our Souljams are Witch power, life of the purest kind. I believe upon it's coming here, it has been altered lightly enough to be compatible, just as we have.

[Would it be enough and what would happen to him are what he can't answer, but he smiles a little over it. ]

I believe it would be... perhaps, not enough to truly resurrect them, but enough to further their own hold. I am unsure what it would do to me. But I truly believe it is something that must happen.

[ Silly silly silly stupid Cookie. You know. Oh you know. You are nothing without it. You will crumble.

But why not tell your dear new Husband the truth? You want to cast it aside.

You have to know if you've truly cursed yourself. ]