She reeks of absence. She reeks like betrayel. Abandonment. Words I do not know and yet they sting like pine needles beneath the surface of my skin. She reeks.

If Anima was a husk, a maggot, a fly to be swatted then surely she was the dead thing Anima fed off. Anima was weak, a stain on my very being but Siren? Siren was a thief, an infiltrator, a dagger in the shadows that had taken him away. Yes. She had...taken him. First, from me and now? From us all. It would be folly to think I had not noticed Solaris' disappearance. When had I seen him last? Beneath her shadow, her nasty paws tangled up in his strings. He wanted to come to me, to Glorall, to serve and be where he ought to have always been but he had never come. He had been swept away in her deluge and now?

Now she comes for me.

But I am ready. I know if I keep her, he will come. I know if I keep her, he will understand how it feels to be kept away. If I keep her here, if I keep her with me, then Solaris will know how it feels to see somebody kept away in the shadow of another. He will come then. He will come to aid me, to help protect, to help see over Moladion.

If Solaris was here, perhaps Moteuh would not be dead.
Perhaps Aranck might have died long before he had even the thought to take her from us. If Solaris was here, perhaps I would have known about the wretch that had taken Ehiyeh long before he had been able to even cast his eyes upon her. Solaris betrayed me and now, I will betray him.

Perhaps it is a madness in my blood. I do not know and for now, I see not to care. I feel flies in my skull and they bicker over which failure I had seen to first - Ehiyeh's? Moteuh's? Even though I progress each day, I cannot erase those stains entirely. I could not kill the Asteraian wolf enough times to save Ehiyeh's mind just as I had not been able to kill Heyel enough to destroy the ego of blood in this place. This time, I will not fail to bring my first and true ally to me.

I do not know who finds the other first. Suddenly, she is in front of me and I pause instantly. I feel my hackles rise out of instinct, the sheer sight of her almost unnatural. My eyes meet hers, unwavering for some moments before they slide down to meet the dark pits of the skull's own. "Who?" It is barely a question, a demand almost, as the word slides out between my teeth, clenched and ready.