(His eyebrows rise and he does not look wholly convinced. But he can't exactly argue. That will get nowhere.)

My soul will remain with me until payment is due.

(He can pretend very well that it doesn't bother him. Yet in his weaker moments, he is terrified of the outcome and he retreats within his broken mind for the memories of his seemingly stronger twin brother.)

I think there is a reason for it. (Who needs such a large pumpkin?) I am not certain what to ask. It seems obvious that you were the one to reap the soul of one of my kin.