Henri Rousseau Eve

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was right of Pantalaimon to do what he'd done, though it had felt so strange to her. She reached up to her beloved daemon, and, ermine-shaped, he flowed onto her lap.
They see Will's soul flowing back along the blade to his hand, and up his arm to his heart. He stood back, dropped his hand, blinked.
"I felt something there," he said to Giacomo Paradisi. "The knife was just slipping through the air at first, and then I felt it…"
"Good. Now do it again. This time, when you feel it, slide the knife in and watched together as Will's body stopped trembling. No less intense, he was focused differently now, and the knife looked different too. Perhaps it was those cloudy colors along the blade, or perhaps it was the way it sat so naturally in Will's hand, but the little movements he was making with the tip now looked purposeful instead of random. He felt this way, then turned the knife over and felt the other, always feeling with the silvery edge; and then he seemed to find some little snag in the empty air."What's this? Is this it?" he said hoarsely."Yes. Don't force it. Come back now, come back to yourself."Lyra imagined she could