"I don't know. That's a question for one of the other pantheons I think." She shrugs faintly in regards to the question of souls. She just doesn't know, and isn't sure she cares much what happens to Most mortals once they die. Most.
"I think one human can be worth more than another. Soul or not. I know that there are humans who are worth more to me than others." Not that she would name them, not to Guns anyway. "I think, that to all of us, those who worship us are worth more to us than those who don't."
She shakes her head and smiles, that maddeningly serene smile she has most of the time. "Special, no. Don't underestimate. I have many, many followers, perhaps more than you, and then.. there IS you." She rolls her shoulder. How many goddesses can say that they have so many other gods that ere part of their powersource. She could. "I know that when I go through and cull those that darken me, it hurts, the loss of one, it hurts, though I am better for it after the fact. It always hurts, but there will be more..." She amends when she sees that the wounds are likely already fatal.
"I think that it is time to go." He is staring at her and she finds herself swaying forward, perhaps drawn to the inherent sadism within him, perhaps because he just 'helped' her.