"Also, make good use of that Soul Fragment in your hand. It can serve as an exceptionally fine forging material—though only for yourself." After some thought, Stephen still chose to remind Bruce.
"Forging material?" At last, a trace of interest appeared on Bruce's face. Research and invention were not his profession, but no one could deny his talent in that area.
"You can use it to forge another version of yourself. This self generally will not be confused, nor will it have conflicting opposing consciousnesses. It will be like a pre-programmed routine. What determines its behavior and style is the portion of Soul Personality you cut away. Do you still have the impulse and mindset to uphold justice? Can you still hold to your bottom line and principles as you once did? Perhaps you cannot for now, but it can." Stephen pointed at the sphere Bruce held in his hand.
"You can build a body for him, then hand over the responsibilities you once bore to him. If nothing unexpected happens, I believe he will do just as well as you did. And perhaps you can temporarily try experiencing another kind of life."
"What you said sounds a lot like Alfred." Bruce gave him a complicated look. He thought of his Old Butler, whose greatest wish seemed to be for him to lay down those burdens and live properly like an ordinary person. Get married, have children, grow old—instead of constantly dealing with criminals and living alongside danger.
"Thank you for the advice. May I ask something presumptuous? Have you ever tried cutting apart your own soul?"
Bruce's question about souls made Stephen hesitate. He pondered for a moment. "To be honest, I have great faith in my skills! You must have experienced it before: if you want to achieve