Candlelight: …B-Bone…

Bone Cold: You can’t even speak properly. You really are about to die, are you not?

Candlelight: How…?

Bone Cold: I felt a powerful energy fading. I had a hunch it was you, with how incompetent you are. Enough talk for now.

(Bone Cold kneels in front of Candlelight and plunges her creamy hoof into the small bag at her hip. Pulling out a glowing, wispy ball, she shoves it into Candlelight’s mouth.)

Bone Cold: It is a soul. Fresh, as well.. Swallow it quickly.

(Candlelight immediately jerks upright, her eye wide and all of her vibrant color returned.)