Scarlet's observance of Silence was a measure of curiosity and enjoyment. Though she could see many of his past deeds in the dreams of the Neverborn, she desired to see him act before her, to show his prowess and further the cause of Oblivion in the blood and suffering of Creation. She could not truly respect him until he demonstrated his devotion and capacity for destruction and subversion.<br/><br/>So, she watched him cavort with her followers, preying on the few marked for divisive potential. They went invariably insane afterward, a testament to the power of their patrons and cause, twisting them eternally to their will. He had done so of his own free will, of course, as free as any of their wills were under the terms of their service and enslavement. Her appreciation was not shown in any facet, if she did, indeed, appreciate his actions.<br/><br/>But she tasted of their frenzied misery all the same.<br/><br/>Scarlet Prophet's eyes swept over her partners', watching him the same half-lidded look of contemplation of matters beyond sight and the ecstasy of her works wrought around her.<em>"No matter how fruitful your predations amongst the strongest of sheep, their melody of baying eludes you."</em>Humor splayed across her lips as she mocked his ignorance of the grand plans within her performances, executed to maximum results of misery and anguish - of her flavor, anyway.<em>"How much more transcendent the tortured wail of the rebellious sheep beheaded upon its supposed eve of victory than squelching the early peeps of dissension."</em>She laughed lightly, whispers of their patrons lisping at the edge of the space her presence filled.<br/><br/>Turning away from Wisdom, she pointed toward the horizon with a scarlet-bathed hand, an anticipatory grin on her face.<em>"Servants of the Sun seek to prevent our claim on the Seat. They will find us just before we reach its chasm walls."</em>She chuckled softly, turning to watch him.<em>"Care to discover their weaknesses, grand Inquisitor?"</em>