[Bravery. There's a pause, but it makes the corner of Newt's quirk upwards]
Fortune favors the brave, huh?
[...there's an irony in that statement that makes his expression dim a bit. He doesn't feel like fortune has been favoring him for a while. But...well, he's holding his freaking soul in his hands, so now really isn't the time to be dwelling on that. Newt shakes his head, briefly, refocusing on what she's said about moving it, and he frowns again--before sucking in a breath of air and blowing it out slowly, as if to focus himself. It's... an odd sensation, trying to find how his soul "feels." It's not exactly something he's ever had to do before. And yet...somewhere, on the edge of his consciousness, there's the feeling of something like...a phantom limb? Newt frowns, trying to reach for it--but the more he does so, the more it slips away from him. The line between his brows deepens in concentration, and he doesn't realized that he's closed his eyes in an attempt to focus better.
But somehow that helps, because it seems in losing one sense (sight) he's gained another. He can feel it much better now, the edges of something different. It's still faint but absolutely more solid now--and he just...tries to make it move upward????
It's not much of a movement, really, but the orange heart does shift about two inches higher. Newt cracks an eye open, glancing down at it...before over at Muffet]
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Fortune favors the brave, huh?
[...there's an irony in that statement that makes his expression dim a bit. He doesn't feel like fortune has been favoring him for a while. But...well, he's holding his freaking soul in his hands, so now really isn't the time to be dwelling on that. Newt shakes his head, briefly, refocusing on what she's said about moving it, and he frowns again--before sucking in a breath of air and blowing it out slowly, as if to focus himself. It's... an odd sensation, trying to find how his soul "feels." It's not exactly something he's ever had to do before. And yet...somewhere, on the edge of his consciousness, there's the feeling of something like...a phantom limb? Newt frowns, trying to reach for it--but the more he does so, the more it slips away from him. The line between his brows deepens in concentration, and he doesn't realized that he's closed his eyes in an attempt to focus better.
But somehow that helps, because it seems in losing one sense (sight) he's gained another. He can feel it much better now, the edges of something different. It's still faint but absolutely more solid now--and he just...tries to make it move upward????
It's not much of a movement, really, but the orange heart does shift about two inches higher. Newt cracks an eye open, glancing down at it...before over at Muffet]
...did it move?