Ilithyia had yet to touch the strange shape sitting on the desk in her quarters, choosing instead to ignore its presence. Though little explanation had been given, it was well enough for her to know she wanted nothing to do with it. She would get along in Darrow just fine without it.

"I take great comfort in knowing I am not alone in such thoughts," she said with a smile. "Though I don't wish hardship upon you, it is good, is it not, to feel less alone?" In a way, Spartacus brought same, a familiarity bred from anger and desire for vengeance, a comfort to her all the same.