Souls, be it the soul of curses or humans or everything in between- they are the same.

From the first moments of Mahito 's so-called 'life ', he had known what souls were.

It was on the tip of his tongue and at his fingertips. Whispering in his ears and beckoning for him to just

grab.

Reach into the husk that protects it and twist it to his will. Toss it and stretch it and crush it- do whatever he feels like. Experiment to his heart 's content and watch as the husk changes and misshapen. Becoming whatever twisted thing Mahito caused it to be, groaning and puzzled over his own appearance and falling into despair or not even cognizant.

It is in his nature, they say. It 's in his nature to twist and shape souls into a curious thing that is neither curse nor human and ending up somewhere in the terrible middle.

Humans caused him to be this way, they created him this way and so it was only right, they say.