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Steve motioned for Ghost to put Maho down, as he went over and picked up the small pot of stew, that had grown cold from all the drama. He slowly stirred the contents with a wooden spoon while he used his other hand to heat the stew. Steve made his way back, and stood between Maho and his body,
"You know I always find stew to taste better the second time around."
While Steve talked he placed down the pot, and picked up Maho and held a potato above the skull,
"When you reheat it, it causes the flavours to awaken even stronger than their first time."
He pulled Maho's soul into the potato,
"I think it would be a waste to throw it away now, don't you?"
Steve shoved the potato into Maho's body's chest where it seemed to pass through,
"Especially when it has so much flavour to offer now."
In all of Sparhawk's years being a Sorcerer, never had he seen a body be put back into motion using a potato and some stew.
Sparhawk was not ready for today.
He felt as his soul lifted itself back into his own body. He felt his spirit being pulled towards a bright, incessant light. From that light however, lay eyes of red, like a spot-light whilst at sea, piercing through the fog. They seemed to stare through Sparhawk, with only silence accompanying it. However, as he began to feel his limbs once more, the breath entering his lungs, he heard three words through his clouded thoughts;
You're ours now
He didn't know what that meant, but it sounded ominous.
He would've liked to think about it more perhaps, but he was struck by the unyielding, anguish-inducing, searing pain coming from his knee, which was utterly fractured by Steve's staff collapsing into it.
"ARGHHHHH!!!" Was the first words that had come out of his mouth, if you could call them words, since his body was inhabited by Imamu.
As he sipped Steve's soup, he had to admit, it did make him feel a little better. Whether that be due to it's magical properties, or that a warm soup in his belly was all he needed, he did not know. He did know, however much he wanted to deny it; it was delicious.
"I wish it were only that easy. Who would take me? Knowing all i've done." He spoke, with a sad, solemn tone.