<div style="text-align: center">《 Sou》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
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</div>"Yes, Hale's demon," Sou repeated. "That short little man was every inch a demon. Every inch!" She seemed to stare into the nothingness for a moment as she remembered Alvaro.<br/><br/>Even though she found what he did horrific there was something about him. Sou had always had a penchant for bad boys. That's why her mother was so pleased when she started dating Rebel. The only critique she had had was that Sou should have found herself a nice Korean police officer.<i>"Don't they have Korean police in Seattle?"</i>she'd asked.<br/><br/>But that was another world. For all Sou knew her mother was long gone, or shuffling the streets of Portland with the other walking dead.<br/><br/>Sou wanted that sandwich more than she had realized. After all the stress she had been through her body had shut down and gone into crisis mode. Now it felt like her stomach was squirming, twisting in on itself to try and squeeze out any remnant of nutrient it could capture. When Bec asked if she could apply the ointment, Sou nodded curtly and busied herself with eating as the woman applied the salve.<br/><br/>Small hisses of pain escaped her lips between the bites she took, chewing quickly as she tried to swallow the food. It felt dry, but she thought that she had never tasted anything so delicious.<br/><br/>She let Bec help her, much as a child would let its parent, with her clothes. There was nothing she needed, she thought. God was providing everything. Her version of God had multiple faces; a conglomeration of the Christian, Asian, and South American deities, formed into something uniquely Sou's.<br/><br/>"I'm good." Sou snatched up the rest of the sandwich and padded outside with Bec. When she saw Charles and Kyle, she felt a rush of warmth for them that she had only felt for social media stars and musicians. These two were added among the faces on her list of people who were good and would be remembered. When the final judgement came, they would be spared.<br/><br/>Whose final judgement and what kind of penalty the ones on her shit list would have, she couldn't say. She just knew that when the time came she would understand what needed to be done.