"I have one more question. Do Kryptonians have souls? Those Kryptonians whose lives were mapped out before they were even born—do they deserve to have souls?" Donnie asked unwillingly. Master Ancient One merely smiled softly. With a casual motion of her hand, every scene vanished, as though everything that had just happened had been an illusion. They were still in an antique room. One dressed in white, the other in black, they sat across a table from each other, breathing in the soothing fragrance of tea.