Arana: Limbs 3.2

I focused on Teacher first, my own powers actually helping me puzzle out his, now that he was separate from my body and all of our powers weren’t flowing into one another. The core of it was similar to what it had been before, but…dangerous. Even in death, Teacher had been able to grant powers and abilities to others, if not quite the same ones or in quite the same ways, but now there was the undercurrent of something else, a kind of…fragmentation to him. It wasn’t the burning awareness and influence he’d had while he was alive, nor was it like the spiritual engraving he’d left on people as a normal Hollow. Now, it was more like…

Like he was breaking his soul into pieces and putting them inside of others.

I, or at least my passenger, had divided in a somewhat similar fashion, but in a very different way and to very different ends; she’d been able to separate and control my component souls, modify and refine them. What Teacher did was more like farming; he gave parts of his soul to others, filling in what a person lacked or couldn’t recover from alone, making them greater than they would have been on their own—and the powers would grow, I was certain, as long as they were nurtured, though left unchecked I could see them consuming their hosts, and then Teacher would pull the fragments back, consuming the power and person whole.

Sowing the seeds and then reaping the harvest. It was…familiar in both cases, in an uncomfortable way—reminiscent of one of the visions I’d had, perhaps, of the Entities. I’d come apart, scattering into pieces that had been tested against one another, refined, reconnected, and built towards a unified end; Teacher planted those fragments into hosts to do the same, to study and test and improve their powers. I’d made some kind of pseudo-Entity out of myself, out of souls, while Teacher made pseudo-Parahumans and a false cycle.

—Arana: Limbs 3.2