Have I wrought my own tormentor? Is there a man with no mind at all-- for I mean the capacity for intellect, not the quality thereof. Where would you seat the soul, my daughter? Is it moral?-- do evil men have no souls? Does the soul rest in the heart? The brain? Some tiny gland behind the eyes? I think the fact that you would ask such questions suggests its own answer.

You have triumphed over Death once, Lilith; you can, again. You should not fear. Were you damaged, I could repair you, and I would; death will not have you.