Jacob nodded his head to let Illyanna know that he understood and was accepting her words at face value. He had been in many situations where people had to sacrifice to win. He understood the need and cost to achieving goals and found her explanation reasonable without knowing the full situation.

"Pieces. Probably." He shrugged. "I can't really see my soul but I probably have one. I think souls grow back over time, with healing and sometimes magic. My sister can create souls and give them to people or animals... or objects. So I assume if I didn't have one she'd let me know." He really didn't understand it.

"It's hard to explain to someone what's it like to feel nothing." He hadn't hated the feeling. He still didn't hate it. He didn't have any feeling about it.