The golden 'hue' vanished into Alan's soul, and the boy collapsed. His head seemed to expand to the absolute limit before retracting. This happened several times. James heaved a sigh of relief as Alan fell.
He sat on his back, watching his 'soul' teeter on the edge of shattering and coming back.
"... Should have toned that down a bit."
He mused, as a countless amount of information had bombarded Alan's soul, although only for a fraction of a second, it was enough. James had just shared his experience within the Weave with Alan, although a small part of it.
A young soul like Alan's was unable to handle it; he had controlled the experience just enough that Alan's soul would come back, with some damage dealt to it. It wouldn't be enough to trigger his absurd, unique skill. James continued to watch his soul endure the pain.
