"I will not force you to do anything that you do not wish to, chérie. Nor do I plan on getting you hurt," he assures, speaking to me directly now, leaving Alastor to watch on with a bristly indignance. "However, what you ask of me is very tricky. Not impossible, but it would require separating both your souls momentarily. Rather unfortunately, I have inherited this vile power."
Silently, I mull over these words. It is curious, the manner that he refers to his powers of tampering with the souls. Although in this case, splitting Lyla's soul from mine would be entirely beneficial, he seems somewhat reluctant to admit its uses, as though any association with his father is one not worth having. I suppose that if this power didn't exist in the first place, we wouldn't be in this sticky situation we are in now. But there is no use dwelling on what might have been.
