"So... you have powers, huh?" Sofya mumbled, hoping her companion wasn't annoyed with her. She'd heard the stories about Linette, about how she didn't care so much for her birth species-- sure, she didn't hate them, but someone raised by demons was bound to have some interesting ideas about humanity-- so she was extra nervous about making a decent impression. She drew Muffy closer to her. "And-- And they just come out of your fingers? Like, you don't even have to get it ready? I'm so jealous," she said, then panicked. "No-- I mean-- Not jealous, I just-- Uh... You might know this, but I can bring the dead back to life. Not the same life they had before, but... yeah... But it takes days to prepare, and I wish it didn't. I wish I had necromancy fingertips, or something... Then I'd be able to save more people." Sofya gave a quiet sigh. Everything she'd just said was true, of course, but she was leaving out the other thing she was jealous of.
Sofya thought back to her childhood in the Church of Elsinore. She remembered playing with her brother-- or the boy she thought was her brother-- without a care in the world, not knowing what horrible injustices she'd been put through before she was old enough to spell her name. Linette here was in the same position; to her, the demons who'd taken her away from her mom and dad were her family. Although Sofya loved her new life, and was happier than anything to be making up for the years she and her mother had lost, sometimes she wished she'd never found out her entire childhood was a lie. So many happy memories were now a jumble of "was that real?" and "none of them were what I thought," and she longed for the ignorance Linette had now. But she couldn't tell her this, of course. If Sofya broke the illusion for someone else, she'd hardly be able to live with herself.