[STOP BE NICE TO YOUR WEIRD BLIND DIRT-EATING GOUFRIEND]
Right, the shards... [I have arbitrarily decided that Jiang's is in the nape of his neck. He reaches up to rub that exact spot, but he could also just be itchy.] Supposedly our souls, aren't they? That might explain a few things.
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Right, the shards... [I have arbitrarily decided that Jiang's is in the nape of his neck. He reaches up to rub that exact spot, but he could also just be itchy.] Supposedly our souls, aren't they? That might explain a few things.