"The witch's power allowed her soul to change bodies, just like how we change clothes in our daily life." Said Ashok. He rose from the bed and began to slowly walked around.
The Duke, Cassius, and the Head Butler stood motionless, their frustration simmering beneath the surface. Yet, despite the tension, they had no choice but to listen.
"Now, just because we humans wear clothes to cover our bodies," he began, his tone casual but sharp, "does that mean we become one with the cloth? Or, to put it another way, do those few pieces of fabric become so entwined with our existence that we cannot live without them, once we've worn them?"
Ashok turned slowly, his gaze shifting from the Duke to Cassius and the Head Butler. He stood still for a moment, watching them, as if expecting some response but the three remained silent.
"How Boring?" muttered Ashok his breath before continuing, his voice louder and more deliberate.
