[ The prayer hums through him and he follows it back to its source. The sound of dozens of voices whispering in an ancient tongue heralds his arrival, they crescendo to a higher octave rising higher and higher before the wind picks up the sound vanishing without a trace when he appears a few paces from Jack. He stares at him from across the room, his eyes looking past his vessel into something deeper. ]
... You have a soul. [ And yet, he could clearly see his - ] And grace.
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... You have a soul. [ And yet, he could clearly see his - ] And grace.