#event. deamalgamation

[ * Stitching bodies and bones was one thing, but SOULs were quite another. PROPHET’s hands were shaking but they took a breath and focused. ]

[ * They knew their SOUL so they concentrated there first. They took the bits that were distinctly “them” and pulled it away from the vague star-like shape. It tugged and wanted to go back and join--but PROPHET held firm. They took DETERMINATION and stitched it back up and placed it back above their horns... But it just--it just didn’t feel right. ]

[ * It felt...really lonely... ]

[ * They paused and had a chat with Flaps, seeking his opinion. He reassured them...and they took their SOUL in their hands. They broke off the pieces that were cracked, loosely tying them to the main but letting them float free. They reached for the other two... ]

[ * PROPHET applied a hint of KINDNESS and PATIENCE to Flaps’s and Maes’s SOULs, respectively, to tell them apart easier. Once all three were separated, PROPHET noticed cracks in both that hadn’t been there before. ]

[ * The tips of Maes’s diamond-shaped SOUL were brittle. Flaps’s damaged one was no better really... PROPHET took little pieces of these and replaced them with parts from the others. Maes got one part of Flaps and one part of PROPHET. Flaps got one from Maes and one from them. PROPHET got a little bit from Maes and Flaps... ]

[ * They stitched these new SOULs together. They resonated and shook a little, but they seemed stable with parts of the boyfriends still close at hand. They felt--connected still. They could feel the other thoughts and see it in their mind and they couldn’t help but tear up. ]

[ * Once they had some rest and let these SOULs heal over, they would be fine. ]

[ * The Worb as a single, physical entity was officially gone--but the trio were still together. ]

[ * They were scared, of course...but they knew it had to be done. They didn’t want to leave but--they had to. It was time. ]

[ * PROPHET calmed themself and gave the hands a gentle squeeze. They’d make sure it went okay. Just one step at a time--one slow step. ]

[ * First they had to break up the physical bodies. They applied copious amounts of numbing KINDNESS and began to sift through the data. Not that it would hurt, probably--probably--but it would be really weird. It still was but...maybe less weird. Hard to tell. ]

[ * They took their own body out first. The cape wasn’t the problem; it was just resting on their shoulders. It was their heads that was the major hurdle. Slowly, PROPHET drew the line between what was “them” and what was “not them.” They removed their skull from Flaps’s and Maes’s one segment at a time, and then pressed it back into its original shape. Their lower jaw was missing--that part had been sealed away. ]

[ * They reached into their cape, careful of the seal itself, and took the remainder of their own head out and began molding it back on. They manipulated a couple of variables and added a softer, flexible part. They tested it and smiled--a mouth. They’d work on the rest of their body later. ]

[ * Once satisfied they were whole and functional, double-checking the screens to make sure the data was correct, they approached the two gays still stuck together. Your turn, boys. Time to split. ]

[ * They took what was “Flaps” and what was “Maes” and divided it. About half and half still--and they took what was locked inside their coat and put these two back together like Humpty Dumpty. It was slow but it was well-done. You wouldn’t want a bad surgeon would you? ]