"So I've been told." Arialla sighed, her anger dying down to ashy sorrow. "Telling me I shouldn't won't stop me, though. I can't just choose not to be angry."
Arialla blinked, taken aback. "The Voice wouldn't even notice if you vanished? That's so ..."
Sad, she had been about to say. If the Voice was the closest thing Osozo had to family, and she wouldn't care about their disappearance ... Well, she was a god -- Arialla didn't expect her own god to notice her disappearance -- but still. No wonder Osozo couldn't relate to Arialla's grief, if their own relationships were so distant. And they didn't even seem to know what they were missing. Arialla found herself frowning deeply in a sort of sympathy and pity. All she could say was, "I think someday you'll find someone who you don't want to be parted from. I hope you'll understand someday."
Though Arialla did have to smile at Osozo's little clap of delight. For all their strangeness, there was an innocence about them -- unworldly was the best word, she decided. She couldn't quite dislike them, even for their theological differences.
please don't take my sunshine away
