[She still smiles; she can sense that he was, at least, listening. The smile, thus, softens. Would he understand, she wonders?]

Some Powers in my universe...they look down on those without souls, those who do not fit into their designs to the letter. Burn them with the light of their Law. To those Powers, those like us are wrong, against their Sequence, their will, and Are-Not. They would say that they shouldn't exist.

[Her hands clasp around her umbrella, just a little. As if she is parting a deep secret to a comrade-in-arms.]

But there is nothing really wrong with them, save that they do not have souls. Souls...have power, but it is a power bent to the Law of their Sequence, you see. Those with souls have a burden towards obeying that Law...they have no choice but to do so. Having a soul chains you to a purpose you may not, in fact, wish to further.

Those without souls do not have power in their Sequence...but, they have a measure of freedom that is feared. Oh, there are plenty who still have souls who look for freedom, also. Who look for an alternative. Some do, but many don't. They cannot help but be chained, in some way.

[She closes her eyes beneath her sunglasses.]

Tell me. Have you ever looked up to the sky, to the very stars, and wondered why they are so cold and silent to you?