Nothing can be changed of soul in my possession. Its rugged, scarred self hurts and heals. I now own the soul and I can’t let it go. It works as a king in my brain and lives as peasant in reality. I am subservient to what I possess. I cannot change it, but the soul can change me. A soul is precious, so I gave in. Into tricking another soul, or maiming a different one. I gave in and now I am in agony. What should I choose? I will let the soul take over me.