the price of my soul is six pomegranate seeds.
give them to me and i will let you do what you wish.
the price of my heart-?
oh, that old thing?
yes, i see.
i can feel it beating,
but how strange-
i keep forgetting about it.
obviously it isn’t very useful.
-why, yes, i do believe i can throw that
into the deal as well.
six pomegranate seeds later
and i can’t tell the difference.
