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Amongst the constant shredded turmoil of loss and life, there sits a small glimmer of bright pastel beauty. A thing that warms the heart and saves the soul, clings to one's true self and keeps them moving ever forward. It lights the eyes of children as they look at toy stands in the market, and shimmers through elders when they see the young ones filled with such joy. It's what keeps us all going. It's what keeps us alive. Hope. Soap holds this glow brighter than any other. He shines with hope, illuminating the land with joy and wonder and beauty unattainable to most. He is one of the few followers of the Anemoi that has a positive tale to tell. He provides himself as a sort of theraputic service. He sees the others and their struggle, understands that one must go through trials in order to find their true self. But he also understands that one cannot go through trials withought knowing they will end. Soap is that end. He is the light at the end of the tunnel, ever present, ever aglow, ever hopeful. He is what washes you clean of it all. What is wrong can always be rewritten, what has been done is never set in stone. Just look to the horizon with a hopeful soul and you will find your future, ever bright.

I've heard
Since I was younger
That oil and water don't mix
They're polar opposites
With a molecular rift you can't fix
But I swear with all your burnt bridges
You could leech what's caustic and find
A rudimentary lye
Some kinda miraculous bind
Oh no, I think I'm not quite ready
To let you circle the drain
All the things we've broken
Can be puzzled together again
All your sums and your pieces
Are enough to clean up
All the messes you've made
I think that you're worth keeping around
I think you're worth holding onto
I've heard
If I were tougher
Then maybe I'd make it alive
I got a tender side
I'll need a harder shell to survive
But if seeing is believing
I don't know I've seen a thing grow
Without an open coat
Not without a softness showing
I know, maybe you're not quite ready
To loosen your hold
On the safety blanket
You been keeping around your shoulders
But your sums and your pieces
Are enough to make you whole
You gotta let go
I think that you're worth keeping around
I think that you're worth holding onto
It's gonna hurt like hell
But we're gonna be well
I'll give you my best shot
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The Oh Hellos