so i’ll say words i don’t believe

Sohalia

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

They arrived at the restaurant without much fanfare and were seated in a quiet booth near a window. Sohalia remained quiet until they were seated and their host had left, gazing out at the snow-covered rooftops of the Citadel around them. Under better circumstances, she might have quite enjoyed the view, admiring the way the sun glinted off the snow and highlighted the sharp edges of the roofline. But right now, it was just something to look at to avoid Sunjata’s gaze.

She stayed silent until their order was taken, and once they were alone in the relative privacy of their booth, she finally turned to him with a sigh. ”I don’t know where to start,” she admitted, fiddling with the hem of her shirt beneath the table, if only for something to do with her hands. ”I don’t think any of us knew what we were getting into - with the yeti, I mean. I just came to see if I could do anything. I didn’t think just walking on the tundra would trigger… that.”

She paused, biting her lip, as their host returned with drinks. Gripping a mug of hot tea in both hands and allowing herself to savor the warmth, Soh continued. ”I should have died.” She stared into the cup, eyes unseeing. ”It should have been me. I would have, probably, if Zavien hadn’t told me to run. I don’t really know how I managed to get away.” She paused again, working through it all in her head, eyes haunted as the flash of her blood on the snow replayed in her mind’s eye.

”How do I - live like this? I ran, and - maybe they were successful after I got away, but the cost - I just keep thinking, if I’d stayed, would it have made a difference?”

Don't believe anything you say anymore
In the morn, in the morning