"Will I die?"
Sam remembered being soulless. He remembered how he was able to think so much clearer, see so many more possibilities, go to lengths he'd never thought possible to do things he knew he wouldn't approve of if he had his soul. He remembered feeling empty. He remembered how food was just food, and sex was just sex, and people were just objects he met on his way to a goal. He remembered not being able to enjoy anything, and wondering why that was. He remembered thinking that if he had a conscience, it would kill him. He remembered sleepless nights, thinking he would be damned all over again for the things he'd done. He remembered wishing he'd never done them. He remembered wishing his body had never gotten out of the cage.
He remembered all of it.
"No, you'll just wish you were dead."