[ He doesn't take his eyes off of him, though in truth, he's not looking at him anymore. Not his vessel at least. Blue eyes shimmer with power as they pierce through the veil seeing past the folds of space and time where his soul lies separate, burning brightly like a beacon in the dark. ]

You are like a collapsed star, small and compact, spinning wildly under extreme duress far outshining the giants that surround you. Intense. You attract large masses of power. But you are also slowing.

[ No longer so wild, so intense like the Dean he knows. ]

And I don't know why. You are still a beacon in the dark. Beautiful. It almost seems inevitable that we would gravitate towards you.

[ He blinks, his eyes losing their luster as he comes back to himself to stare at the pale imitation that was his vessel. ]

Despite what you may think, your impact is undeniable.