[And that would just so happen to belong to someone quite familiar. A moment before Soul's hand can alight on the slope of the reaper's shoulder, Death the Kid lifts a hand in a brief, halting gesture, without looking at him.]

Just a moment, Soul.

[Both arms lift, now, and when Kid speaks again there's a notable tremor of ecstatic joy:]

Look at that impeccable curve, so subtly perceptible against the undulating deep sea current... have you ever seen such unspeakable beauty? If only Death City would be encased in a perfect sphere such as this, for the eye to behold upon every waking moment!

[It would be something like that, wouldn't it.]