<div style="text-align: center">《 Sou 》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Addressing: Charles <a class="username" data-user-id="36" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/36/">Sayd</a> Carla <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/transformed-2-jpg.131259/" title="Transformed 2.jpg">
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</div>Sou wanted to shout at the man. Calm down? Who was he to tell her to calm down? Her new acquaintance with pain gave her the ability to pause a moment and not react too quickly, and so she heard Charles say that there were no priests there.<br/><br/>She stood there, staring at him, and then began to softly weep. It was a quiet thing; a shuddering in her chest and the slow closing of eyes, tears seeping beneath long, dark lashes to trail over the flat planes of her cheeks and drip from her chin. "He marked me," she sobbed. "He put the marks on me, called me terrible things," her shoulders shook.<br/><br/>"I'm a good person," Sou began to sink to her knees, hands braced on the ground. "Blessed. Why does he hate me? They hate the perfect. The pristine…" She tilted her head up to look at Charles. "I will see your medic," she said, seemingly gathering her strength. Her eyes trailed after Carla. "She is the Messenger," Sou declared. "Behold, He sends his messenger before me, to prepare my way and deliver me to the chosen place."<br/><br/>That thought seemed to bring her peace. With a grunt and a soft gasp of pain, Sou collected her feet beneath her and stood. "Please, take me to your medic."