In Return

As tears rolled down her cheeks, Obi sought to wipe them away. He cradled her soft face for a moment as she spoke. She wouldn't choose this, no, no one would. There were those who thought they might, and there were those who could carry this weight, but no one would truly choose this. Obi shook his head lightly. "Sàv'ia," Obi hushed her gently, calling to her in his native tongue. "We do not choose much of our journey in this life, but your strength is undeniable. You will not crumble to this misfortune."

Obi turned his gaze to the sigil she wore around her neck. "It is why you were chosen to become a god."