The damage is hard to miss. It is, after all, why Sophia took perch here, to view the aftermath and think on what came next. Her breath curls in the air before her, before her head shakes slightly. "You're right. I may wish it wasn't so, but, to deny reality changes nothing.

"Still..It takes inner strength to be kind. To open yourself to the possibility of harm, and pick yourself up again after. We can only hope that Union learns from this, without losing what makes it so strong." She drags a strand of loose hair back over one ear, aware that her expression is turning a little melancholy again.

"But what kind of Gods do they follow, to have those that Union worship turn against them..?" They're rhetorical questions, for the most part. She has no answers, nor does she expect Sanger to. But they are things that worry her greatly. "What kind of place must Ever Grande be, to teach their children to hate.."

Because that is what this was, all of it an act born of hatred.

There's a faint shink of metal behind her, a Honedge's query, and she blinks, looks up and then back over her shoulder a moment. Musters a smile for her first friend. "And where have you been?"