[ a faint laugh breathes out of his nose as he chews, both because he agrees and because it's funny how true it is. a question argued and debated for hundreds of years with no answer only exists to be discussed, never solved. people can argue for argument's sake and that's fine, but he doesn't think those who don't believe in a soul are any more or less right than those who do believe in it. both sides are smugly attached to their hypothesis, and neither side has evidence to support their claim.

two theories clashing without a shred of proof between them is the equivalent of watching two terrible football teams play against each other. manchester united versus arsenal? they're both simply terrible!

jokes aside, he never had the luxury of worrying about whether he had a soul or not as a child. he was too busy thinking about if he should either save money to buy warm clothes for the winter or if he should replace his worn out sneakers. as an adult, he has to worry about paying his taxes and kicking the ball better than kids half his age because he'll get called washed if he doesn't score at least once a game.

he washes the food down with a sip of wine, considering kaiser's conclusion only for a beat before realizing he has no choice but to agree. ]

That's right. It had a pitiable existence, bred for consumption and sold for parts. Though I'm sure I would be called a bastard by parents who lost their infants to tragic circumstance. [ he shrugs and brings the last piece to his mouth. yet it doesn't go in before he adds- ] There's a great deal of tragedy and suffering in the world. It isn't a contest, but one must have perspective.

[ then he eats the final piece of calf brain. ]