This little ball of light was the fragile soul of the young mother.
No consciousness, no intelligence, just a mass of energy with a fear for her daughter's safety.
Even if Roland didn't touch her, she would be completely gone in an hour or two.
After all, there was no paradise for souls to exist in this world, and no soul would be destined to last.
Perhaps there was, but Roland didn't find it.
So Roland didn't have any psychological burden in sucking her into his soul.
This young mother's soul was too tiny compared to Roland's, and as soon as it entered Roland's head, it was dissolved into countless pieces by his huge soul.
Many thought fragments unfolded in Roland's consciousness.
Most of the memories he saw were recent.
After all, memories were all the more clear the more recent they were.
Searching through all the memories, Roland soon found images of the young mother after her accident.