into the sea, you and me
all these years, and no one heard
i love you, let's go

Sia does what she thinks is best as a mother, trying with the last bits of her soul and strength giving out on her. Nothing about her hates anything that has led to this. In reality, Sia, not Sikeax who is steadily dying out with this world, shaking in the fear of motherhood gone wrong, is glad that all of this has happened. Volterra and her have seemingly built and mended a wonderful relationship between the two of them, her recovery proving itself to be on the way if she could just have a little bit of time, left to the rest and pray in the Throat's temple till her child came into the world and gave her something more real to do.
That would've never happened, Sikeax would've known, but she let her walls drop depsite Hobgoblin's stern advice to not to, and now the world is ending.
Tears glimmer in the light of false stars, the room actually feeling darker now that any light in the world above them is gone. Her mind can't figure out if they're from the labour contractions or her broken heart.
Hobgoblin assures Seoul that it's her heart without a doubt, because his own aches with a fury that he doesn't want while Seoul can only whine away her thin agony. Maybe it's only worse for him because he's known her so long, raised every single child she's ever had with her, been lifted to the rank of Sultana alongside her(although he definitely abused it while they had it), and ultimately ran from the only thing she's felt like she's known by her side, the last thing she truly had left to her that seemed to care for her.
For him, the situation wasn't something he could imagine going through, for Sikeax is the only thing Hobgoblin cares to know and will ever know. He'd rather die than lose her, and if she was to die or leave this place, then she could rest assured that he'd be there with her.
A whine that fast turns into a groan that nearly becomes a wail pours of her like a ghost's pitiful attempt to trying to exist. It suits her, sweat-covered and burned out, curled up in some awful position against the cold stone and damp moss decorating the floor. Seoul abandons them in this act, hidden in a perch far above their heads and only occasionally emerging to see any change of events before darting back in, chest undoubtably heavy and discomfort ridiculing her.
Her effort manages pay off despite the fact that it's slowly dying, her lids so heavy and the room thick with her agony. I'll spare you the facts on the true extensiveness of the labour because she is somewhat gone, focused so heavily on the pain and the worrying swallowing her up as of how she's going to raise her child when this world will leave her nothing to do it, seemingly abandoning them.
There's even a string of doubt that they'll lose everything but each other in this story, but when her child comes to go, well, Sia will somehow find a way to power on.
For now, she's left to motherhood, Hobgoblin sending her a small gift of happiness as he gets to declare that Sikeax's dissociation through her birth has left her with two children to fret over, but she doesn't respond in the way that he expects her to, his mind centered on believing that she'll find a touch of joy and reach out to clean and nurture her children, showering them in love as she'd done with Bella and Zhu.
Instead, what comes out of it is only panicked sobbing and a whirlwind of tears, Seoul's small head poking out of her hiding place to admire the children, sending down compliments only in native tongue. They go unnoticed over Sia's weeping, tears dripping against the cold floor as she looks at both of them, no names coming up in her head, no desperate need to love and nurture, only the fear of what to do next.

OOC: I didn't proofread or care to do much the HOS NEEDED O U T
Hobgoblin is in his serval form i think??? first person to come in and acknowledge him is welcome to pick it idc