[Hayame wasn't going to bother with this. She felt the sense of the message, who it was from, and she almost just didn't look. But she's alone in a cave in the depths of Lohkimareen with the muzzled head of her enemy, and she is... curious.

Her curiosity shrivels and is replaced by something that burns. Something that isn't-]

The people need hope? The Regent cannot prevail as long as people hope?

[As usual, her communion attempts are marred with an uncontrolled bleed-through of jumbled memory and emotion, flashes of something dark and far more befitting the kenoma than the pleroma, of bloody rain and a hail of scales, of pain.]

To think that you would be blinder than I am with a single eye... You are far stupider than I imagined, Ptarmigan.

[Why has she even bothered to be disappointed?]