For her, they have nerves.

At her touch they wake, they sleep, they move, they feel, they speak.

But they have no nerves for me.

I can cut them with knives, burn them, turn the life-blood of the one into the arteries of the other--they feel nothing.

If the soul is of the nerves--or of the vitality, then they have souls for Unorna, and none for me.