Sidria was talking and then suddenly laughed.
There was a smile, but no mirth.
He muttered to himself, "Decades ago I already knew he'd die an unnatural death, and now he really is dead.
The first time I met him, I was being besieged by a bunch of Evil God Cultists. He pulled me out of there and said something about how everything was under the righteous guidance of the Scorching Sun, upholding justice."
Sidria spat, half-crying, half-laughing. "He was always saying that. Said people like him were called Knights of the Scorching Sun. He'd save people and then borrow the name of a god to do it. Isn't that fucking sick?"
But as he spoke, he slowly fell silent.
A swell of grief began to brew.
"I chose to follow him of my own free will, because he saved my life back then."
