Oh sing sweet Nightingale, sing sweet...
Phoebe sighed and shook her head. "I know you wouldn't under normal circumstances. But if you truly seek to uphold Vi's values, then I beg you to to be far more dubious of these people despite their wishes, if only for his sake and not your own." she said, wrapping her arms around her waist. It was why she was so doubtful of them herself. They didn't choose to seek her out because of her, the sought her out because of Frey. No matter how enticing the promises were, or how terrified or guilty their words made her feel, she could not simply listen."Of course they would offer that. You are a follower of Vi." she said, parroting Amalia's own words. Perhaps it was an earnest truth the order had made but it could just as easily be manipulation. "They know everything about you to win you over. I just..." Phoebe paused, looking away again, this time her eyes finding a window, looking out at the Grounds she once called home. "I don't want anyone playing into the Order's hands unwittingly like the Outlanders played into the Voice's." she said softly.
...high above me
The Nightingale
