Bruce could not help thinking of the Lukes he had seen before.
"Yes, exactly what you're thinking." Stephen noticed the change in Bruce's expression as well. Reading his mind, he guessed what Bruce was thinking and nodded firmly at his questioning gaze.
"Wouldn't that leave hidden dangers? Doing something like that to one's own soul?" Bruce found it hard to understand these people. How mad did someone have to be to tamper with their own soul?
That was even crazier than those scientists who simply gave up being human and turned human bodies into metal or other creatures!
"It varies from person to person." Stephen sat upright in his chair, his back against its tall backrest, fingers interlaced before his chest.
"When it came to the one most eroded by psionic energy, with the most soul parasites, I truly couldn't think of anyone who surpassed Luke. He created psionic energy and personally raised it to its current level. I didn't even dare imagine the reaction and degree of fusion between the two.
I even suspected that all those Hebron-produced studies and countermeasures against Psionic Erosion had been invented by Luke for himself. Of course, I couldn't be sure of that. In my memories, he had always been perfectly normal. He hadn't changed much from when I first met him.
That was rare.
But I hadn't seen his Main Body appear in several years. The one who dealt with us was merely a personality he had carved out specifically to handle affairs. A rather irritating one."
"How many pieces did he split his soul into?" Bruce could not suppress his curiosity. He was still suffering from the aftereffects of heightened emotional fluctuations and sensitivity. Like a wound that had just begun to heal, the affected area became more sensitive.
Stephen fell