Sona X Draven Chapter 7

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VII

Sona twiddled her thumbs, only half listening to Soraka’s constant questions about what had happened. Sona only had told her the basics. She had been kidnapped, she was a hostage. What she left out was who or why. She said the men had been masked and that they took her for cover in case they needed a hostage and had left her once they cleared the border. Soraka looked at her with a cocked head, the way she only did when she knew Sona was lying. Damn her ability to read people, and Sona also wasn’t the best liar. They were currently waiting to be questioned by the guards. Sona would’ve preferred to avoid it, but her absence had been reported the night she was taken. They knew she had been involved and wanted any help she could give. Her mind was made up though.
Garen and Xin Zhao entered the small interrogation room. Garen seated himself across from the two ladies, Xin merely leaned on the door. Garen smiled wearily, trying to be polite despite all that had happened. “Sorry about the room choice, this isn’t an interrogation. We didn’t have anywhere else available for privacy. What did you see? Are you ok?”
Sona signed she was fine, but had nothing she could tell them besides the fact that a large group of masked men had taken her as a hostage after they attempted to assassinate Jarvan during the night. The attempt failed, but they tried to burn the building to catch him. That also failed and they had no time to try a third method. Garen nodded, listening carefully. He asked a couple of follow up questions about any accents or motives, but Sona had no answers. He thanked them again for their time and indicated he was relieved to see her ok. Then he left to continue the investigation and cleanup of the catastrophe. Xin escorted them to the front door and departed. Soraka and Sona traveled in silence for what seemed like an eternity. The weight of the uncomfortable silence growing with each mile until it threatened to suffocate her! They passed through a wheat field, golden shards wafting in the warm breeze, carrying their hardy scent to penetrate her nostrils. Soraka spoke, “No one can hear us here Sona, but do not lie further. What happened back there? Who are you protecting? Why?”
Sona avoided her gaze, but came clean. She revealed everything that took place. Withholding anything at this point was futile, she was not a skilled liar and her best friend could read her like a book. She told Soraka of Darius and Talon’s mistake, why the fire happened and how it wasn’t planned, the argument over her fate, Draven’s talk with her, his defiance of orders, and her escape. She paused, then added her grim speculations on his fate. Soraka’s visage didn’t falter for a moment. She listened dutifully and nodded when appropriate, but remained silent to the end. When the story had been completed she was speechless for a half hour. Then regained her composure, “You defended Noxus and kept their secret?”
Sona reminded her of her promise, and that they let her go unharmed, and finally that it was an accident. If she didn’t keep her promises, then who was she? Besides, she was sure Demacia already suspected Noxus and was perfectly capable of gathering their own intelligence.
Soraka mused on that for a moment and begrudgingly agreed. But she looked at Sona as if she didn’t know her. Something was still bothering her, “What is Draven to you?”
Sona was caught off guard by the question.
“You spoke with him like no one else has. Why did he trust you? Why did he let you go? Why risk everything for a prisoner of his home?”
Sona mentioned again Draven’s issue with torture and his vulnerable state. Soraka wasn’t fully convinced.
“There’s more to it than that. The Draven I know never tells anyone anything for any reason unless it makes him looks better. What is he to you Sona? What are you to him?”
She answered both at the same time, signing slowly that she didn’t know. She signed further that she would like to know more about him. He was interesting to put it mildly. Is his ego a facade or was the Draven she met simply a one-time weakness?
The friends travelled in silence the rest of the way to Ionia, both musing the same topic, but to no avail. Sona’s thoughts drifted to what had become of Draven. Where was he now? What did he face?


Draven was confused. Darius had been so furious that the rage had vented in palpable waves when they parted ways from the others. But hours later, it had subsided and still not a word had been said. Normally when he screwed up he wouldn’t hear the end of it. What was going on? Darius noticed Draven as if he had forgotten that his brother was there. He asked “Why did you let her go?”
“Cause I’m a saint.” Draven clasped his hands near his chest in a sarcastic gesture.
Darius scowled, “Cut the shit and answer it.”
“What do you want me to say? I pitied her? I am a good guy now? I am an idiot? Want do you want to hear?”
“I want to know what’s gotten into you, nobility is not exactly what you are known for! Quit acting like a spoiled child to the one person who has defended you despite your constant crap! Now answer the question if you can.”
“If I can? My body got possessed and I couldn’t help it but also forgot it.” Draven kept up the jokes, but upon seeing Darius’s scowl deepen and anger flared up in his eyes Draven sighed, “It was the right thing to do.”
Darius softened the frown a bit, “Since when did that matter?”
“Always. It is how I live, my creed. I have always trusted my judgment on what was right to do. Not globally right as in good or evil, but what was the right decision in each case. I’ve stolen before, but it was the right choice. No one was looking and I could get away swiftly unharmed. Not a saint decision, but the right one to benefit me.”
“That doesn’t explain risking your life and career to help Sona.”
“It does in a round about way. I follow my infallible instincts, and they told me to help her. I don’t know why, but I haven’t been wrong so far so I trusted them.” Draven’s smile returned for the first time since Sona had left, “Tiger instincts baby! The best around.”
Normally Darius would have cuffed his head or growled an insult, but he ignored it for now. Draven was returning to normal, or at least normal for him. “Do you think she will hold her promise?”
“I don’t know.”
Darius was startled, “You let her go anyway?”
“Yup. Her only crime was Talon running into her. No one deserves Urgot’s torture for that, running into Talon is a punishment enough. I execute people for a living, murders, rapists, thieves, they are all the same. I don’t believe I have ever killed anyone for walking. Usually such problems are resolved with a “Sorry” not a bloody spectacle.”
Darius mused for a while, “What did you talk to her about?”
“We didn’t talk much.”
“Bullshit.”
Draven cocked an eyebrow.
Darius continued, “I heard you talking to her when I left, I didn’t sleep for a while. Couldn’t make out the words, just heard the noise. What happened?”
Draven brushed off the question, “Nothing. Talked about how great I was and her everlasting love for my handiwork. We talked about her maybe growing a moustache to match mine!”
Darius actually managed a chuckle, “Fine, have it your way. As always.”