He actually wished she hadn't felt the need to couch the story in such terms, but it was easy enough to translate out. And interesting besides.

Also, difficult.

Always, he realized, it was children. He supposed it made sense that they were the ones consumed and sacrificed, powerless until they were adults. (And often powerless still even then.)

His eyebrows went up, though he continued to stroke Soma's hair soothingly. "Two souls?"