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JAKE: What do you suppose a soul looks like?
DIRK: What am I, the official expert on any and all soul-related matters now?
JAKE: Well i dont see why not.
DIRK: I think it's meant to be like, ephemeral and shit. You know, *indescribable.*
JAKE: Oh come on dont tell me you arent up for a challenge. I mean if you *had* to describe it, what would it be?
JAKE: I know youre a man of far too many words you cant fool me here.
DIRK: Hmm.
DIRK: ...
DIRK: You know those clear plastic spheres with tracks and bridges inside, and you're supposed to guide a marble through the channels to bring it to the end?
JAKE: Sure...
JAKE: So youre saying were like some sort of puzzle for you to solve eh?
DIRK: No, hold on. I’m getting there.
DIRK: It’s like that, but there's a light coming from within, so bright that you couldn’t possibly see anything inside.
DIRK: It’s a puzzle, but only you can truly know what your soul contains. It’s not something for the rest of us to solve.
DIRK: ...At least, that's what I try to remind myself of.
JAKE: Not as easy in practice, huh?
DIRK: Yeah, you got me there.
JAKE: Oh you know im only teasing.
JAKE: You want to know what i think? Id rather you slice that puzzle open in two and rearrange everything nice and orderly.
JAKE: And then just seal everything back up and pop it right back into the ol noggin.
DIRK: Soul surgery, huh? Sounds pretty hardcore
JAKE: I was thinking dissection but thats essentially the same thing
DIRK: I don't know man, I don't think you need anyone rummaging around in your head. Isn't that basically what Aranea did?
JAKE: Who?
DIRK: Aranea, the troll?
JAKE: Sorry im not sure i know what you mean?
DIRK: Remember? When-
DIRK: Oh, right. Nevermind.
DIRK: Sorry, I was thinking of something else. Not important.
JAKE: Maybe its your head that needs fiddling around with...
DIRK: Hey, maybe you're right.
DIRK: But in all seriousness, you don't have to worry. I love you just the way you are.