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[Maybe he shouldn't have bitten the wrapper open, then. Setting it on the night stand for now, he takes a lick of the bar.] Ye hath no heart, as ye wert born from one whom fell into darkness. Yet their memories remain, and perhaps the memories of emotion. And ye retain physical capabilities that art not dependent upon emotion, such as pain from wounds and discomfort from illness.
[As he recalls, that's the gist everything Saix has told him.]