Bob sees soul

"Well, I told you that the entity in your head was like a recording of the real Lasciel, right?"
"Yeah. "
"That recording was written in your brain, in portions you weren't using. "
"Right. "
"I think that's where the damage is. I mean, I'm looking at you right now, and your head has been riddled with tiny holes, boss. "
I blinked and rubbed my fingers over my scalp. "It doesn't feel like that. "
"That's because your brain doesn't sense injuries. It manages sensing injuries for the rest of you. But trust me, there's damage. I think it wiped out the entity. "
"Wiped out. . . you mean, like. . . "
"Killed it," Bob said. "Technically, it was never alive, but it was constructed. It's been deconstructed, and. . . "
I frowned. "And what?"
"And there's, um, a portion of you missing. "
"I'm sure I would have felt that," I said.
"Not your body," Bob said scornfully. "Your life force. Your chi. Your soul. "
"Whoa, wait a minute. Part of my soul is gone?"
Bob sighed. "People get all excited when you use that word. The part of you that is more than merely physical, yes. You can call it whatever you want. There's some missing, and it's nothing to panic over. "


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