Dragoncrest Cliffs let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street

anyone else might have measured the hesitancy in saint’s words and lessened their intensity. not sobeille. in the snarled knots of sobeille’s anterior insular cortex, where a species of empathy might originate, sat a darkening shadow in the manner of a black cat.

we should do our own sacrifices. sobeille reflected suddenly. it was disappointing that sapphique offered no formal procedure for procuring blood. ’ow does one sacrifice a soul?

sobeille asked many more questions - but eventually, mireille called her to bluepeace and saint was given some much needed peace.