[One hand coasts up to his chest, briefly, to run fingertips down the center of his ribcage. The place where his soul apparently resides, not that he would have guessed he had one without that additional bit of evidence - the part where being stabbed through it was enough to untether him from the Castle in the Mist for months on end.]
[Months.]
Back in the Castle, people turned into...shadows, when they died. You had to take care of the shadow to bring 'em back.
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[One hand coasts up to his chest, briefly, to run fingertips down the center of his ribcage. The place where his soul apparently resides, not that he would have guessed he had one without that additional bit of evidence - the part where being stabbed through it was enough to untether him from the Castle in the Mist for months on end.]
[Months.]
Back in the Castle, people turned into...shadows, when they died. You had to take care of the shadow to bring 'em back.
[...]
Sometimes.