As Lunise might have expected, Meesei was at a loss for words for a short time. She took a step back, staring straight ahead, though not looking at anything in particular as her mind tried to come to terms with the reality that Lunise was proposing. "No, that does not sound...possible. I, well, I suppose the Hist [i]could[/i] do such a thing, possibly, but I could not see them going through with that. Forging an unstable soul, that is...inconceivable. Inhumane. There has to be a mistake."

Meesei's hand clenched into a fist, her tears now stemming from a different source. Her voice was constricted to the point that she seemed like she could hardly speak at all. "It is wrong. It [i]has[/i] to be wrong. Your mother, whoever came up with that theory, made a mistake. My soul is not some kind of patchwork abomination. I [i]earned[/i] my power. I worked for it, trained, studied, and became powerful on my own merits. My success was not just...handed to me."