“Do I have a soul?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know? I mean- what if I’ve done too many heartless, unforgivable things in this work? Don’t they call it a soul-sucking job because it- you know- sucks out your soul?”
“You have a soul.”
“But how do you know? I mean- I’ve done some things that- even if you have loose morals- are seriously questionable. I’ve done some things I can’t even speak cause it’s just too… ah!”
“Dude, you have a soul, shut up about it already!”
“But-“
“I know you have a soul because if you didn’t you wouldn’t wonder if you did.”
“Really?”
“Yes. That’s how it works.”
“Oh. I guess that makes sense.”
“It does. Now pass me the bone saw.”
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