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Oh, said Sobo, who had forgotten the names of both of Druid’s sisters. At the time, he had been an insecure boy hopeful for friends and spurned by the tendency for women to hate all men without cause. It was a uniquely Sapphique thing to do, and yet, those three had been dismissive of him from the very start and brought into sharp clarity the fact that he would always be seen as less than. That Heda and Witch had technically done nothing wrong was lost to the haze of memory.

So on the subject of Heda, he had nothing much to say. Sobo didn’t care what she wanted, where she was living, or what she was doing. He didn’t even know her, and Mireille knew how he felt about her old friends. He had not kept it a secret. He let her speak it without interruption, though, sensing she only wanted to voice her nerves aloud.

Until she asked if he was going out there. To de islands? he asked, frowning. No. I do be goin’ down de coast to... Get away, I suppose, but I have not been to de islands.