I think it was like a world full of color became dim. The feelings I had before were muted and I didn't care as much anymore. I could intellectually understand everything was wrong, but it wasn't here.

[ Jack presses a hand to his chest, over his heart. It wasn't that he felt nothing, it was almost worse that he did, they were just echoes of things he used to know. Jack was loving and loyal and kind, and he didn't remember how to be an of those things. There'd never been a Nephilim, so there was no guidebook to follow on what to do if they turned soulless. They learned as they went. ]

How did you lose your grace? How did you get it back?