Strange can't help but shudder. The idea of losing one's soul sounds absolutely horrific.
"I wouldn't know how to measure a soul. But, as I walk and talk and feel, I think it safe to assume that I still have mine." Strange stares off into the distance, hand still on his neck as he asks,
"Do you think it will die? Or can it even die in the first place?"
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Date: 2020-06-11 10:09 pm (UTC)"I wouldn't know how to measure a soul. But, as I walk and talk and feel, I think it safe to assume that I still have mine." Strange stares off into the distance, hand still on his neck as he asks,
"Do you think it will die? Or can it even die in the first place?"