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

Any surprise that Sunjata may have felt was missed by Sohalia, who was so caught up in her own emotions that she wouldn’t have seen it even if her friend hadn’t masked it. She did, however, catch the frown he leveled at her - not, she thought, because of her, per she, but because of the memories that came pouring from his mouth.

Someone had once told her that things happened for a reason, and perhaps it was true that she hadn’t died so that Sunjata could use his feather on Zavien rather than having to choose who to save. Regardless of her own guilt, she would have felt horrible had her actions put Sunjata in a position to have to make that decision - one that she could imagine would have haunted him, added to the list of things he wondered whether he could have done differently.

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she could have changed things if only she’d been there instead of running. Perhaps the guilt and shame that had eaten at her ever since the battle would ease with time.

When Sunjata’s story turned to Frey, Soh tilted her head to the side, frowning in thought. She’d seen Frey a few times, and they had always been kind to her, but to have the kind of devotion required of their demigod was something that Soh didn’t quite understand yet. But dedication to something outside of herself - she thought of her friends, and she thought she understood some of what Sunjata was saying. She might not live for a god, but for the people she loved?

”I think I see what you mean,” she said finally, and even if her voice still held a hint of doubt, there was something that eased in her expression all the same. She paused, then: ”I guess it’s just a matter of what I do now, then. Since I did survive. I shouldn’t waste the chance, right?”

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