"Please don't tap the glass."
"Sorry." I let my finger drop. "Is this really someone's soul?"
"Yes."
"Do they all look like that?" I asked, as it stared up at me with large, mournful eyes.
"Pretty much."
"And I have one inside me right now?"
"Everyone does, or did. It's just slightly out of phase with our reality."
I shuddered. "And you'll remove it?"
"Painlessly, whenever you're ready."
* * *
"How do you feel?"
"Free of nagging doubts and guilt."
"Excellent. And what would you like us to do with this?" He held up my trembling soul.
"Kill it," I answered coldly.