Well, this is going to suck, Mika thought as she began to search for the soul. She touched this thread or that and saw the people lost in here. She felt a tug of temptation to not be so alone, but she clung to the promise of the payout at the end of this job. Burt, on the other hand, leafed through the stacks of large pages before him with a sense of emptiness. He was pleased they were looking for a soul of a person. It rubbed him wrong when they went into a Colossus to steal back the soul of a work of art or a beloved pet.