Hollowing souls, blood on the breeze

Safrin "I do as well." She sniped in response with a quirked brow. "They are mortals after all. It isn't their fault they're reduced to paint with their hands." Safrin said with a careless shrug. They were trying, which was all she cared about. "Ahh yes, because we are so short on that resource." She said with an incredulous huff. Ludo could probably stop time if it felt like it. Or at least slow it down somehow. It seemed like the sort of nasty trick he was capable of anyways. With a humming note of agreement, Safrin nodded. The trio of them might always be at odds and openly critical of the others, but perhaps that was precisely the point. That they didn't overlap was why they fit. That, and the last time Frey had deigned to try and become the face of religion things had not ended well. Sniffing delicately and averting her eyes, the goddess could only shrug and expect the trails of shooting stars dancing along her skin. In actuality, the only thing the goddess really feared was the ethereal nothingness that Ludo represented. It was the antithesis to all that she was, and she could not bring herself to openly look. To do so would be to invite madness. "Oh there is always a way Ludo. You just avoid anything that actually might make you feel something." Then, as if anticipating its objection, she looked up sharply. "Something pleasant not caused by the snuffing out of a life or the torturing of a soul." "You do not—" She whispered, shock lining her features and darkening her stare. "And what will they say? You don't care about being punished by him?" Her indignation halted as her counterpart surged forward, Safrin tried to draw her chin confidently upwards, and yet her lashes fluttered just as Ludo's rags did. Narrowing her eyes, she shrugged one shoulder an inch or so, nostrils flaring. "I stole nothing. Life has always been ours to give. Don't think I didn't see what you did. See it all around her."