Julian exhaled slowly, his gaze still fixed on the unseen ceiling.
Is it the body?
The idea came quietly, but once it did, it stayed.
As if dam had been broken, his mind began filing the information automatically.
Does the body remember things the soul doesn't take with it when it leaves?
Not memories exactly—I can already access those through the corrupted flame. This is something different. Something older than memory. It is written into muscle, into bone, into every system of the body after years of repetition.
"This actually make sense," he murmured to himself.
Kraven had yearned Olivia for years.
That kind of yearning doesn't simply vanish. It shapes the body from within, molds it and becomes part of its very structure. The soul that created those patterns may be gone… but the patterns themselves remain, embedded deep inside the body.
Julian was not Kraven.
