Megrin rolled her eyes.
"Maybe you're not aware of my kind. Do you really want enlightened?"s he had a feeling he would, so she just went on. Shrugging, she said, "Well, really a soul thief is the adorable little nickname my master calls what I do." she said sarcastically. "He's taken my soul, using it against me in order to have me capture a certain type of soul for him. He made my body like some sort of soul vessel, since mine is technically not apart of my body, and it's more or less in soem cage somewhere, or probably in Akh-meht's stomach." She made a face at the idea. "He realized the potential to steal souls from those of hte living by using a soulless, living human being. So in a sense, I steal living souls." Then the more she thought it over, she began to realize... did he collect dead souls? And the more she thought about her job, the more she hated herself.
"And it's a horrible job, if you must know. And my master finds me quite valuable. THough I must say, even I'm surprised he has not come to get me yet."
Little did she realize he didn't want himself exposed quite yet to the likes of Caius, yet he was still watching their every waking move.