"You can't throw a soul away. You can lose it and you can sell it, you can kill it and you can destroy it, bit by bit. Mine is broken. If they brought it back it would cut into me with all the sharp edges." Drusilla hummed as if that possible fate didn't disturb her overly much. She turned around to Lindsey, not stopping and not letting go of him.

"Lindsey... Do you think I'm pretty?"