Hope and Lucy
"No, being an angel, and a Nine... We have what's called Grace. It's not the same thing as a soul. I knew it the minute my Dad gave me my grace. A slice of his and a slice of Mom's. "I could get called to Heaven, basically. But he'll just... go. He'll have his own special place. Everyone he's ever loved there, where he can get to them. Where they can get to him. And everyone who's ever hurt him... Not there." Hope caught her lower lip. "I can see the tattered edges of his soul. If I was his soulmate... then they would be smoothed over."