Lion Head Mesa But right now, I wanna be not okay

it came to pass that sokha was a soul tortured, one tormented, held by the whims and the pleasures of others. ramesses lay close and listened, by turns made to sorrow and to feel horror for that which she had suffered. even his own was like a flower garotte compared to what he had underwent.
oh, satsu.
pharaoh turned in sokha's arms and shook his head. "do not apologize. the gods test us. they have set the same level of pain before you and i."
perhaps not the same, but the agony in his heart would not relent.
"but you escaped. how?" go on, his command silent in the fixation of his jeweled eyes.