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[alt_amycus]

What is it that gives us our humanity? What unutterable essence makes us more than bone, sinew and flesh? Where does personality reside? If we lunch on a slice of brain, say, might we say we're lunching on mind as well?

I don't know what that exanimate force is. A live body weighs just the same as a dead one, so nothing measurable escapes at the time of death, that I can tell, anyway.

Interesting topic. I am on a great adventure. Pigeons will give up their secrets, one way or the other.

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[alt_molly]

If you think the effort is doomed to failure anyway . . . then I suppose Arthur and I will hold our fire for now. Best not to spend our strength on a battle that we know we can't win, and which might only serve to make the boy's life worse. (If it could be worse. And if he's still alive.)

Oh, this is dreadful, not knowing what's happened to him.