I am a scientist, Lilith; to me the soul is life itself. To me there is no question. You were made with care; each inch of you is perfect, and your intangible self has not disappointed me. You learn, you question; you seek as I have sought to comprehend the mystery of life. Does my answer still not satisfy you.

When I die? In time, I am sure you shall learn to repair yourself, to maintain your body if it is broken. As for me... You'd be accused of raising devils. I do not know if you could. Would you wish to? You will find someone to love you, Lilith. Someone to help care for you, when I am gone; I'm sure of it.