"Well, that too I guess. I was mostly asking if you knew how to do it. Basically, just keep... doing that and don't stop until he's gone."

The word 'gone' rung especially true to him in a way that normal death never seemed to. He grew up believing in a soul, and no matter what happened to your body, your soul would still exist. He could feel what was left of the poor Sabbat in his own head slowly fading into oblivion, his screams less prominent. This is how you really destroy a soul. But what does that even mean? Francis cringed a little while watching John. Philosophical pondering on life could wait until they were out of danger. He looked over the hood of the car they were hiding behind to see if anyone was coming.