"How do I walk and talk and do all other sorts of delightful things without a pulse? Magic, like anything else. Creation twisted into destruction. No one really knows, or those who do don't feel like saying," Devin answered, shrugging lightly. His hands continued to move deftly, leaving more strange indentations in his wake. "If you're turned, your soul goes with your heartbeat, or vice versa. Or you're simply born without either, in my case. We're funny, aberrant creatures, aren't we?"