[ He's watchful a moment, wondering if he ought to push - but what's the point? That's confirmation enough. What a foul thing to be convinced of. That you're unclean.

He looks away, and tries to think of a good one - one that matches Prior's confession. He finally settles on: ]

It feels at times as though I've been given the wrong soul entirely. It never quite seems to be in harmony with either my head or my heart.