[If he does notice them, he makes no indication of it. There's a sense of force and the light under his skin calms down slightly, though his eyes remain as they are.]

Under normal circumstances, my kind require a vessel to posses so that we can communicate with mortals. The soul is... .the glue, more or less, the angel from separating from the human body.

When I graduated my first inmate, I gave my vessel back his body and returned to heaven. I was extremely surprised to find that I had been given a body again when I woke up on the barge again.

My only educated guess is that this vessel is breaking down with no soul keeping me to it.

Do you understand?