"Mm." She settles down a bit, placing her chin on her knees, watching the wisps as they float. "Yeah. Not really like these, though. The ones back home - they'd talk to you. They all had...life, and intelligence, and personalities. Free will, even if they were never allowed to use it."
For a moment, she hesitates. Then - Well. It's Kostos. Kostos is all right. He looks at these spirits, little tiny bits of nothingness, with affection; he nurtures them. It's all right to talk to him about this sort of stuff. "Have you ever met Bartimaeus? He's sort of an expert on them. On spirits. You might ask him sometime."
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For a moment, she hesitates. Then - Well. It's Kostos. Kostos is all right. He looks at these spirits, little tiny bits of nothingness, with affection; he nurtures them. It's all right to talk to him about this sort of stuff. "Have you ever met Bartimaeus? He's sort of an expert on them. On spirits. You might ask him sometime."