The first half of that explanation made a great deal of sense. Everyone was different; their souls would be accordingly unique, like a fingerprint. The latter was unexpected.

"The soul plane is color coded?" he scoffed. "I feel like I should be surprised." Devin resisted the urge to make a joke about dogs and colorblindness. He was curious how she could tell that he was, as she had stated, 'not alone', but inquiring would bring it up again and Devin would rather not bring attention to it. "That must leave a great deal up to your own perceptions of people, to figure out what each means."