[he doesn't want to stop. he wants to trace every contour of this soul, wants to go further, mix their aether together and become one and just stay like that forever.

he doesn't do that, instead just keeping to a light caress. a more cautious part of him notes that this is probably better anyway. this way he doesn't have to share too much of the unsightliness of his own soul, a thing wounded by being torn out of a primal and worn down by millennia of pain and sadness.]

...Should I stop?