—And what about your soul? Where do you think it’s disappeared to? —I suspect it’s wandering the earth like so many others, searching for anyone still alive who’ll pray for it. It’s possible it despises me for the way I treated it, but I no longer care. I’ve broken free of its obsessive need for remorse. It turned bitter what little food I was able to eat, and it made my nights unbearable by filling them with terrifying visions of the damned and that sort of thing.
