[Leone's being is aptly named and he doesn't have enough time to unpack what it means to project a soul. It feels more appropriate to just toss that suitcase in the ocean to deal with later. The more pressing matter is they were in the middle of fucking.
Soul or not, it's still him. It's someone he can touch-his fingertips glide down the stand's arms as easily as they would on the man who brought this to life, so-]
You'll have to. How else will I be able to kiss those lips of yours?
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Soul or not, it's still him. It's someone he can touch-his fingertips glide down the stand's arms as easily as they would on the man who brought this to life, so-]
You'll have to. How else will I be able to kiss those lips of yours?