Matianak could not deny enjoyment in her conversations with Blackthorne. For all the teases and jabs they gave one another if the moment called for it, there was still some sense of mutuality between them. How much respect would vary depending on the moment. Yet whatever was held between the two siblings at the time was always apparent. Mat and Thorne might hold their cards close in one moment, but share between themselves in the next. It was all situationally-dependent. Just like now.

Her brother asked of specific things, so he got specific answers. Still, her mind wandered through the possibilities this venture brought out. In this moment, Matianak sadly had little else to give him. The world had truly been quiet in his departure. She watched and waited as she had, but the world was indeed quiet. Until Blackthorne had shouted to the world, as he liked to do, that the Darkbringer was back. Let the openness of Diveen to Eden's brood be something useful, or ignored; either was plausible. How would he use it, she mused. No doubt in some dastardly way as to hurt one or many.

Her ears twitched slightly. No need to fret over Natiya? That gave her brief pause. Those words, while uttered from Blackthorne's mouth, did not feel entirely Blackthorne. One of those cards he kept hidden, perhaps, she determined. Either it mattered, and he didn't need to tell, or it didn't matter and there truly was no need to fret. There certainly was no need to Matianak to fret over it now. She could fret if she crossed paths with her sister, but not until then. It was actually rather simple at the end of it all.

"Of that, there is no doubt. Sooner or later. No one can stay hidden forever," she added with a mischievous smile on her maw. "It's not dead yet though. And who knows, those screams might just breathe new lift into it," Matianak played with the idea in her head with a slight nod. Kill what was Moladion as it had become, then they could rebuild it as they saw fit. Such a large, perhaps even daunting, task. If there was ever a pair of wolves who could do it, it was them. To his question, the woman tilted her head slightly as if she might have been puzzled. The twinkle in her eye and grin on her face said quite differently. "Let us sew chaos, sweet brother. In a way the world cannot recover from," she said.

Let the Madness Begin!