"I don't know," Marcus answers, although he's already running through options in his head, his elbows on his knees, hands folded between them. He isn't praying, though it might look like he is.
"Being without his soul is different from possession," he says. "At least, I have to assume it is. With possession, the soul is still there, the person is still fighting back, but Sam doesn't seem particularly inclined to fight anything in his current state. Then there's the matter of where his soul would have gone. Can it be destroyed? Outside of Darrow I'd have said no, but here... well, anything seems possible."
He rubs one hand over his head, against his short hair, then exhales slowly. He looks to Lisbeth. "Can I bring Sabrina into this? She might be able to find him."
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Date: 2023-09-29 12:10 am (UTC)"Being without his soul is different from possession," he says. "At least, I have to assume it is. With possession, the soul is still there, the person is still fighting back, but Sam doesn't seem particularly inclined to fight anything in his current state. Then there's the matter of where his soul would have gone. Can it be destroyed? Outside of Darrow I'd have said no, but here... well, anything seems possible."
He rubs one hand over his head, against his short hair, then exhales slowly. He looks to Lisbeth. "Can I bring Sabrina into this? She might be able to find him."