“There's no such thing as soul-breaking. You can kill someone and keep your soul untouched, because we weren't meant to be good. We were meant to survive, no matter how. The only people capable of murder just to enjoy themselves… well, they have no soul at all.”
He somehow looked hurt, as if those words brought a bad memory back. One he wished he could forget. I still had some questions tormenting me though, so I decided to pop them out in an attempt to both find answers and remove those upseting thoughts off of him.
“Hoy do they… move, then? How do they exist?”
“I don't know yet”, he admitted, walking around the room with a more relaxed look. “As far as I could get, some sort of shadow runs the body of a psychopath. Maybe they're actual demons.”
“If demons exist, angels might too”, I pointed out. He nodded while trying to hide the hope I had myself. If there were angels, there might be a God… we might not be alone.
“They might. I'm probably staring at one right now.”
