"Nathaira," the panther announces before Rush can interrupt. "My name is Nathaira. Don't pretend you don't know."
Rush halts to glare at her, then at Johnny.
"Souls," he begins flatly, "are purely ontological concepts that - if they exist, of which we have no empirical proof - likely exist on a plane beyond the realm of standard human perception. They do not - materialize. And they would not do so in the form of animals." He almost sounds offended at the thought. Don't be ridiculous.
"Oh, shut up." Nathaira sounds beyond exasperated at this point, directing all her frustration at the obstinate man she's been shackled to. She is tired of being ignored, particularly in favor of some tangentially related guy holding a rabbit.
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Rush halts to glare at her, then at Johnny.
"Souls," he begins flatly, "are purely ontological concepts that - if they exist, of which we have no empirical proof - likely exist on a plane beyond the realm of standard human perception. They do not - materialize. And they would not do so in the form of animals." He almost sounds offended at the thought. Don't be ridiculous.
"Oh, shut up." Nathaira sounds beyond exasperated at this point, directing all her frustration at the obstinate man she's been shackled to. She is tired of being ignored, particularly in favor of some tangentially related guy holding a rabbit.