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[fabrecation]

[Filtered to Guy//Ridiculously hackable Unhackable]

Hey, Guy? My hair's getting kind of long... Could you come cut it for me? I'd do it myself, but I can't really see back there...


[Filtered to Ion//So hackable it hurts Unhackable]

Ion, can I talk to you? It's important.

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[Now that those are out of the way, Luke rests his chin in his hand and stares off to the side, lost in thought. The thing he wanted to talk to Ion about... It's been weighing heavily on his mind ever since he heard it. Luke isn't sure what to think of it, or even how to feel about it. There's a sort of happiness inside him, sure, but... he can't deny the hesitation and confusion he feels. So, after a few minutes, he opens up the journal again to ask the general populace:]

What do you think it means to have a soul?

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[fabrecation]

[But it is important...

Luke stays silent for a moment. He wants to know, wants to see if he can help, but... The guy probably won't tell him. Not to mention he doesn't even know his name... Still.]

... I just found out I had one.

[originaljackass]

[Unless Luke knows a devil that Jack hasn't met and with which he can strike a new deal to add some more time on to his life, then Luke won't be of much help.]

Oh great. Let me guess, you just found religion?

[fabrecation]

No. I didn't think I had one, but someone who sees souls saw mine. ... I guess I'm not sure what to think now.

[originaljackass]

Not following your logic here, kid. Why wouldn't you have one? And how do you know this person isn't some crackpot?

[fabrecation]

It's kind of complicated. Anyway, that person was blind... At least, that's what I thought until she told me she could see people by looking at their souls.

[originaljackass]

Because that makes sense. Speaking of which, I've got a bridge to sell you.

[fabrecation]

... A bridge? Uh... I don't want a bridge, but thanks.

[originaljackass]

[... oh for fuck's sake.]

Look, I'm not about to call you soulless. Hell, you'd be lucky if you were. But crackpots like that are always going to tell you what you want to hear, especially if you've got something to offer them.

[fabrecation]

[Well, that bridge thing went nowhere... Whatever.]

She's not a crackpot! I know she was blind, and she didn't even know what I thought about my soul in the first place! Besides, it's not like I've got anything to offer her.

[originaljackass]

You didn't have to tell her. The right answer to the "Do you have a soul?" question is always going to be a big yes.

Do you want a free lunch on me? Hell yes you do.

Do I look fat in this dress? Of course you don't!

There's some questions that always have one, right answer. Are you following me here yet?

[fabrecation]

Yeah, yeah, I'm following you. [Sure, he gets it, but he knows what he saw in Cheyenne.]

[originaljackass]

Good, there you go. Now just because you don't think you've got anything to offer her, doesn't make that true. For instance, you have that shiny new soul you're flaunting like a shiny new birthday balloon.

[Sure, maybe Jack is wrong. But he's a conman. And a conman always suspects everyone else as being equally devious. Far as he's concerned, he's being nice to you.]