You're still sad, aren't you? Lèi's soul softly shook as he felt the Master-god's disinterested presence wrap around him. Pfft, of course. I thought you were numb to death at this point, or is it because you know you'll never be able to join him in his afterlife? Lèi didn't respond, content just to let the god say whatever he pleased; it wasn't like he could stop him, anyways. Ugh, silent treatment? Fine.
The wolf stood up, its eyes gently glowing purple as he padded into the city. It was daytime but nobody was around; everyone was probably still mourning or hanging out with their friends inside the nightclub. He turned into an allyway and started dragging out a large dumpster. After a few minutes of struggling he finally pulled it into the street and leaped on top of it, laying down on the lid as the sun hit him. A book popped into existence and fell gently onto his flank, a result of Emmet conjuring it.
There, all nice and cozy. The Master-god sniffed, handing over control to Lèi. He was surprised to say the least; he didn't think the spirit had it in him to actually do something thoughtful for.. Anyone, really. Well I did, so enjoy it before I take control and ruin your book with mustard.
The wolf's eyes shifted to gently glowing pale blue and he picked up the book, examining it for a few moments before hurdling it to the ground in annoyance.
Twilight? Seriously?
Pfft, I thought you'd enjoy it; you've read all the old classics, now time to get up-to-speed on the modern literary works!
...I hate you.
Strong choice of words.
As the two souls argued, it appeared as though Emmet's body had gone completely limp; without a soul in control, it couldn't do anything but lay in the sun and breath.
(The world needs more aggressively-almost-nice second-soul.)