A Scene I never added to Traveller  Chapter Thirty-eight: A Soul Indeed, in fact I realized I didn't even share this with  philippaki and it got lost in the abyss of forgotten drabbles I planned to use but didn't, as didn't quite fit.

It was agony, scream worthy.

Traveller only gave a hiss, he did not want to wake Karma or accidentally remove more then he should.

After all, he was slicing into there soul.

(Its not as painful as my soul shattering) Palette said as they worked.

((Lie)) Goth responded, finally flinching as he finally surgically separated a piece of there merged soul.

Carefully, they placed the separated soul piece in a specialized container they prepared for this. Then they gently fixed his soul, it would take years to fully heal but when they were done the only trace was a slight silvery scar on his soul. It wasn't very noticeable, unless you knew soul surgery like this.

Traveller gave a gasp of relief as there soul returned to there body, they were tired and hurting but they had to work quickly.

(Never thought we'd put the process of a soulchild into practice) Palette said as they gently reshaped the soul piece and coded it into a true soul.

((Well, its one way to gain a child outside adoption since its rather impossible for us to carry or sire a child)) Goth pointed out.

"Done," he whispered exhausted, a tiny precious soul in the palm of his hands ready to be knit together with the fragments of Karma's original soul. His eye lighst were mostly grew in color due to what he was doing, he'd make sure to drink a high magical drink before he slept so Karma would not realize... well how dangerous this actually was.

One could shatter one soul if done wrong, but neither of them knew of anyone that had the skill to do this in a hospital.

Soul children were more myth now a days, likely no one knew how.

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Slate sneeze, wondering who had insulted him.

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"Worth it," he whispered as Karma's face relaxed in his sleep, he grabbed Karma's glasses that they had fallen asleep wearing and put them on a dresser.

"Sleep well nebula... my son"