"...Okay. Well. I've been kidnapped and drugged but I think I can walk now, so if nothing's lurking in ambush outside I want to call my dad and check on my Watcher."

"Nah, we're good, I checked."

"The question was something like, 'am I currently a more functional implementation of Miles than you are, and if so, what should we do about that?'," elaborates Mark.

"... Good question," says Miles.

"Implementation of Miles?"

"Mark can not only guess what I'm thinking with surpassing accuracy but also use that ability to flawlessly impersonate me. He probably is a more functional implementation of me-with-a-soul than I am, right now."

"Where did your soul even go, for that matter?" wonders Mark.

"Lotta debate on where souls go when forcibly evicted," sighs Bella.

"What are the odds."

"I wasn't sure if you were a vampire too, seemed inopportune to ask," Bella tells Mark.

"It doesn't seem to have done anything to my soul, though, assuming I ever possessed such a thing."

He demonstrates the vampire face thing. "Mm?"

"Looks vampire-ish to me," says Miles. "Was there also an exchange of blood involved?"

"Yes."

"...Um."

"Do I need to be worrying about whoever sired you?"

"Worrying how?"

"...Uh, in my capacity as usually able to stake vampires who are being nuisances."

"Oh. No need. I discovered by experimentation how to kill him."

"Okay. Keen." She'll wait until she feels like she could lift a stake before asking if he shares his brother's responsible diet.

"Anyway, though, I haven't had any personality alterations," says Mark.

"Yeah? Your me still has his soul?"

"Yes. He wants to cry and hug you and tell you it will be okay," says Mark in a dispassionate tone.