Sebastian sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed. An orange flame, about the size of a ping-pong ball, hung in the centre of the room. A second later, it split in two. 

[i]The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want. [/i]

Another split. In his mind's eye, two pinpricks of light pinched off from the two points of light, creating four points in total. 

[i]He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.[/i] The flames divided again. 

[i]He restoreth my soul.[/i] The fires turned blue. [i]He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. [/i] They split yet again, and grew bigger–

A jovial whistling reached his ears. Rose, though whether it was actually him or one of his duplicates he wasn't sure. They weren't solid, so if Rose was carrying something it was a good bet that that was him in the flesh. He wondered if they would pass through the floor. Rose had never tried that; at least, he'd never seen it before. 

Rose reached his door, greeting him cheerily. Sebastian nodded in reply, glancing at his feet as an afterthought. If that was a duplicate, it was too close to the ground to tell if it was floating. He returned to his meditations, doubling the flames one more time and getting them to burn white for a few seconds. A year ago they would have winked out as soon as he was interrupted. A reward from God to a faithful servant, he was sure. 

He dialled down the temperature of the flames and began shaping them. His meditation was between him and God; this was for himself alone. Seraphs and pheonixes formed first, before giving way to other things. Rose, splitting in half much like the flames in his contemplative ritual. An old rambling castle with several towers, surrounded by a lake. Unbidden, a memory intruded into his thoughts, and the fires molded themselves in response. Three figures, surrounding a fourth-

Sebastian dismissed the flames with a thought. He needed some fresh air. 

He walked out of his cell and down the hallway, passing a tunelessly whistling girl in a frilly dress. Kat or RNG, something along those lines. She said something, but he'd stopped paying attention to what she said a long time ago. She never seemed to, anyway.

The sky was overcast when he stepped outside. Too dark for his comfort. He summoned a small flame at each of his fingertips and began walking around.