I am pleased that Solaris has called for me. This is a day I have been waiting for, for so very long and I can feel my stomach knot in what I assume is anticipation or excitement. It is not something I have felt before. Lately, I have been agitated, an itch beneath my skin that I cannot cure and yet in this darkness, I feel content. There is tension though, the air thick enough that I can almost feel it build in my lungs as Solaris lingers on his words. Nervous, perhaps? No wonder I have been so curious all this time. I want to taste these syllables, though, and so I watch him with the most reassurance I can muster. What has he to be afraid of? He has accepted me, and I have accepted him.

He speaks then of snakes, my ear swiveling towards him as I slowly turned, too, to face into his eyes. How to kill a snake? Yes, you could remove the head if you wished for a quick death but there are... many other ways. I suppose you could step upon its throat until it twitched no more; you could crush its head upon a rock, or savage its body until there was but no blood to pump from its heart. Yes, taking the head... it is the easiest way. Soon after, the body too dies. He continues though before I can speak, and I lower my head onto my paws as I listen. What he is saying... it is truly intriguing. It hits me instantly as to why he has chosen to meet with me in the darkness and silence.

"He is stronger only in word. He is an old man. Weakness cripples him. I have seen this."

I speak then, narrowing my eyes and nodding in confirmation. Indeed, I have seen his stiffness, the weariness he hides at times. There is much to learn when you are as I am; I am a shadow, always there and yet barely noticeable. Perhaps he knows that I have watched him before, and yet perhaps he forgets what this means... this Heyel. Still, I am baffled that he doubts me. Perhaps Castor would have queried him further, perhaps Castor would be more willing to negotiate or discover... but I am Eden. Eden does not care for he already knows - I already know. Heyel is the source of entitlement, a cesspool of falsehoods and meaningless words. He says he is great, if only in an effort to convince others and how sickening that they believe it. I ponder this in silence before I nod once more, the smallest hint of a smile tightening my lips.

"I shall help you with this task, Solaris."

I pause, lifting my nose to sniff at the wind before I turn back to him once more. We are still alone - it seems not even a self proclaimed God can hear when he is being plotted against. Gods can bleed and I shall be the one to taste it.

"How are we to do such a thing? Taviora and Diveen... they are aligned. He is well protected. There is ... much to consider."