<div style="text-align: center">《 Sou 》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
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</div>"Felon?" Sou's voice was incredulous. "It makes sense; God's ways are unclear to us," she said, her voice drifting off as she considered the implications. "He is<i>very </i>real. As real as the marks on my skin, the wounds in my soul," her voice caught, her eyes glimmered with self-reflection and sorrow. "He's Hale's Demon, and now he is mine as well."<br/><br/>Had Rebel been here he would have told her she was being dramatic. But Rebel wasn't here; Kennedy was, and Sou decided she liked Kennedy better.<br/><br/>She shook her head at Kennedy's questions. "I don't know. I don't – I just know that God took what Hale meant for evil, and He made something good," she said, moving towards the tall, handsomely greying man. She put a hand on his forearm and peered up at him. Her pert face, perfectly Asian and crafted over millennia of selective breeding, would have been perfect in any anime based live action show.<br/><br/>But there were no movies any longer, and her breeding didn't matter in a world where rotting flesh ate the living. Instead, there were people, situations, and opportunities to be had, and she could recognize a good opportunity when she saw one.<br/><br/>"I will go with you, Kennedy. I think God put us together for a purpose." She glanced over to the door where Bec had left them. "Can we go now? I don't want to see Diana again. I think…she's a witch of some kind. I think she will try to curse me." She turned back to Kennedy and tugged at his arm like a child would. "Please? Can we go now? Please?"