Tate stood there for a moment, he had listened. Only more questions had managed to fill his mind and just as he were about to spill them out in multitudes without caring if any of them made sense, he was silenced. There was a feeling in his skin, an actual feeling. This was something Tate hadn't experienced for a good twenty years now. When he died, everything died with him and that happened to include his senses. Sure he swore he had feelings and that he could love. If he were brutally honest with himself, what he had were memories of what things felt like or were supposed to feel like at certain points. The only things Tate could actually feel, were evil. He gained pleasure from other peoples pain, excited at torture and thrilled at the act of mentally and physically murdering someone in such a personal way that it would make even some of the worlds most insane criminals turn stomach and run. That was Tate though.
This sensation though, it wasn't from someone else's pain and this confused him and amazed him as well. If anything it also cemented the truth to Damien's words. Narrowing his eyes for a moment, it was something he had a hard time processing, this pleasurable sensation that soon vanished after a few lingering moments. Brows furrowed together, "What was that?" The idea of something feeling good baffled him like an infant trying to understand their parents words or actions.
"What about someone who doesn't have a soul? Can you do anything to them?" The dozens of questions had started to bubble up the more he was back to his void of everything really. "My mom once told me that I was born without a soul, and that I was a soulless piece of shit that would never amount to anything." He paused a moment, stepping closer as if looking the other over still curious about the touch but there was so much more. "I'm pretty sure she was on to something there though. I know when I came back it was all gone. Even the anger for the most part. I was just there. Can you tell if someone has a soul? I mean you can't really control what isn't there, can you? That' be pretty interesting if you could though."
He grinned at the thought of having the ability to do that, "I can only control my brother. He's not really my brother but no one else will ever bother with him. I mean he's a monster, but he gets hungry and it's fun to watch him play with food. He only comes out when I call for him though. No one else. Probably for the best. I think it's a him, maybe just an it. It's got mixed matched parts so.."