It really didn’t make much sense, given he really didn’t know much about souls, either. The kid did his best, though, at least making guesses based on how she spoke of it. Souls, it seemed, were part of what made you who you were. Like your personality, maybe. People kind of described those similarly. “So you knew stuff, but you still weren’t you without it. So like… You kinda didn’t know how to feel about stuff like that?” Then again, there was a lot of stuff he didn’t know how to feel about things, but he was pretty sure he had a soul, right? So maybe not…

“Yeah, the heat is kinda icky sometimes. It’s like it just gets too hot and doesn’t know it. I still kinda like it better than all the rain and fog where I’m from, but I decided I like the not-hot weather better now that I know what to do with it. The in-between stuffs nice too, though.” Clearly the child had thought long and hard about the different kinds of weather… He did have a lot of time on his hands aside from when he was working, after all.

“Oh… I don’t think anyone knows that or uses it where I’m from. So I guess I didn’t know that… But that just means I’m telling the truth when I say stuff!” He responded, coming to the conclusion after a few careful moments of thought.