Soleil
In your warmth the sun was put to shame
If you asked me to, I would still run to you
Soleil wonders if the others aren't about because they died or if they just fucked off and Melita didn't keep track of them. In Caido, both answers were incredibly common. Considering both are also a bit depressing, she doesn't bother asking. If you asked me to, I would still run to you
"Yeah, I did. Had to be old enough to decide for myself first. I'm sure people disagree with it as much as others support it, but I was one of the few kids in Halo and it frankly sucked." She shrugs a brown shoulder loosely, unafraid to admit it. Halo was already smaller than most of the other regions despite its physical size so she'd been immensely lonely.
Enamored with the way Melita's hands and body move so expressively as she talks, Soleil snorts a laugh at her complaints, and then bites onto her tongue to prevent more lest she offend the girl. "I can only imagine it's worse with alcohol." She isn't interested in the stuff herself but she has seen the sort of idiocy it inspires in people. "But hey, next time just send me a letter or something and I'll be your wingman!" Who cares if they've known each other for all of an hour? Soleil would even do it for free, surely that must be enticing.
