"Here I thought you wanted answers." The crone laughed softly, shaking her head. "Or are you looking for an answer I'm not giving?" She shifted a little on the bench, not getting up to stop him.
"You want something that you don't have." Perhaps she could see all the way down into that pit, the soulless pit. Perhaps she could simply tell he was missing something, or many things. The soul was a funny thing.
"Or, you want to kept it away. Go run, play, enjoy your game. But, whatever happened or is happening to you, it will come back to bite you in that cute little ass of yours." She smiled up at him. "That's how these things go. It's supernatural, magical, yes?" She laughed. "You're steeped in it."