When I first heard its buzz, I thought the wasp was coming to sting me. Then I realised that I felt its buzz somewhere inside as well and found myself reaching towards him. He called to me just like the first splinter and I answered, and it stung when we touched. He disappeared and his tiny winged shape was seared into my skin below my collarbone. I carry him with me, always, my souls expanded with his, and my tongue was sharper for it, always ready to strike when someone tried to touch me.