[ He's meeting so many different kinds of people already, most of them seemingly filled with an innate goodness he knows he's never possessed, and may never possess. She's chosen to broadcast to everyone that she can help them if help is needed. There's nothing she gains from that, other than - he supposes - a sense of satisfaction derived from helping others. It fascinates him. Does it feel really good, the more people she helps, he wonders? ]

This is kind of you. [ Slight pause. ]Dr. Ziegler. You must help a lot of people.

[ They're opposites in that regard. She's probably saved so many lives, and he's taken so many. ]

What is...a soul? What's it supposed to be? How would you know if you had it?