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[Muraki steps to the bed and sets his bag down. He looks over the boy--he's so pale--and reaches out to touch his the back of his hand against the boy's cheek, looking into the blank eyes.
Empty.
The boy's soul is missing. There's nothing there.]
He is cold.
[May as well be dead if his soul doesn't come back. But he doesn't mention that...he still hasn't revealed his abilities to all and prefers to keep up the pretense. He takes the boy's other arm in hand and slides his hand along the forearm before bring it to the wrist.]
His muscles haven't stiffened, and I can feel a pulse...but it's weak. Stable but weak.