They say the brand is imprinted on your soul.
In the years that followed my Assessment, I reflected on this more than was good for me. To my mind, the presence of a soul necessarily signifies the existence of a God. If a God existed, I came to know him as a cruel and unjust deity, and I had no purpose in worshipping him, none at all. In time, I also came to consider it was only me he hated. I sought answers. I searched for him in the High Temples, the meadows and forests, the mountains and beyond, and even in the hearts and minds of godly men and women. But I never saw any evidence of his existence anywhere in this benighted world. I couldn’t truly blame him for what happened.