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TUESDAY MORNING - 11:30 5/1/90 Ramapo Valley Hospital
"I always hate it when you come here."
Soren's arms are wrapped around an unconscious patient, his hands giving off a healing light, warm like the sun.
"Seriously, what the hell do you get out of this? What, do you get some sick kick from having a handle on their life or something?"
"No, it's not like that!"
With a yell, the light from Soren's hands begins to fade, revealing the coldness of the hospital suite.
It was a long time since Soren openly defied someone like that, and even longer for the target to be Matt.
"I'm sorry, I just don't like seeing people helpless, and I have the power to do something about it."
"Whatever. At least it gives you something to do rather than write those crappy books."
"Well in that case-"
"I said no! You are not joining those overly exaggerated pest control services! If you mention this anymore, you're waking up in a dumpster the next time I take control!"
"...Please, Matt, I just need to do something. Anything. I don't want to be useless anymore..."
A long silence follows, only broken by Matt's voice
"Jesus Christ, I don't even need to read your thoughts to know your blubbering like a baby. Fine, do whatever you want, it ain't my body anyway. At least i won't have to talk to the dead around here at least."
"Go to hell."