"So they cling on from desperate spite," he concludes, after absorbing that for a moment. "I suppose that is logical enough, as reasons go." What a way to gain an existence, though...it seems a bit miserable, even to him, to have that be a focal point to base your life around.

(Not that most drow do much better with their lives, but at least they're not thrust into existence because of it.)

He frowns at the mention of souls. "I thought as much," he replies, almost half to himself as much as actually replying to her. "They seem to have no minds at all. If they did, I would have heard them by now."