Garen nodded.
However, in his heart, he kept looking back to when he started on this journey.
He knew that his soul's space-time attributes weren't truly natural, but something that he gained from that strange red stuff, even his innate talent had been a byproduct of that.
After listening to Black Sethe's explanation, he started to suspect that he'd been the test subject of a higher being's experimentation on creating a soul with space-time attributes or possibly a byproduct from medication stimulating an evolution in his body. Whatever it was, he had definitely been 'created' by accident. It was all luck, yet it was his fate.
As long as he didn't suffer damage that could completely destroy his soul, he could continue to live on just like someone with a true soul.
Returning to his villa, his maid Marquilli poured him a cup of freshly squeezed juice and helped him hang his coat on the coathanger.