“The season of evil," I echoed. "Protect your soul.”
“Halloween season. The season of the witch, so many thought. And, in legend, the night when souls could return to earth...And try to linger on.But the dead weren't really returning, the living created evil.”
“I blinked at him. "What does salt have to do with any of this?""It protects you from evil.""Salt?" Disbelief all but dripped from my voice. I couldn't help it. "Table salt? How is seasoning myself going to help? This isn't a dinner party.”
“Reflection is the souls moment to embrace a memory, bury it deep in your heart and allow the echoes of the memory to beat with your heart.”
“How can I protect something so perfect without evil...”
“And I will sing with my soul that my song shall echo in thy heart for eternity.”