I don't know how long it took, but eventually I got close enough to realise that I was getting closer, just very slowly, as the dimply pulsing light that I hoped was Asty's soul got ever so slightly bigger.
This was taking its toll on me though. In a mental capacity that is. I didn't quite feel a drain on my soul or anything, just my mind.
Which wasn't a good thing by the way, it was still bad as I still hadn't gotten any proper rest since the last night of the festival now that I think about it.
'Ugh… I feel so weak and pathetic right now. I can't even save my friend… Maybe I should just give up and die… I'd probably just end up killing myself anyways like the tiny insignificant piece of shit that I am…'
'…'
'Wait a minute… Tiny… Tiny… AM I STILL SMALL???' My soul body slowly floated to a halt as that revelation hit me.
