_{[Syrena is quiet for a moment before hoisting herself up onto the dock, sitting carefully on its edge, fingers curled around the wood. Her tail hangs off the side, dipped into the water. She's not looking at Mary though - her gaze is fixed below.]}

But it cannot be only in your world. Philip spoke of God and souls to me. He spoke of saving souls. If it did not matter, if it was not the same, why would he have spoken of it?