[He almost has half a mind to tell her what he did at home. He used a tool from another dimension, a godly object, to transform the essence of human beings into abilities that could change the very reality he lived in. In his mind, those people who were absorbed by that tool were, in a way, blessed. They achieved some form of existence that he couldn't comprehend.]

[Is him stealing souls from others now the same as that? Possibly. Maybe not. But in a way, he prefers it over killing someone and having their blood taint his hands. He's merely finding another use for their souls: his survival. He doesn't like it, exactly, but it's better than what he has seen others do.]

Because that has become my reality. Hard to...deny your own hunger. You go mad if you don't eat. Berserk. Can't let that happen, no...