Lion Head Mesa put my heart in its recipe

nobody had asked her this question before. perhaps the subjects of akashingo thought the pair were god-made, placed together from the start, as the adam and eve of the palace.
we were both saints, once.
satsu watched the other woman to see if this registered in any way. the notoriety of the saints was not something satsu was proud of; but she had escaped them, they had escaped them.
i met him soon after joining their ranks. before i knew what they were -- on this she was tight-lipped, frowning slightly. i thought he was quite full of himself. at the time i was in mourning, but as we got to know one-another i learned he was smarter than he looked, and cunning in a way that i needed.
here her smile spread like the dawn.
and we escaped that place together.