Hollowing souls, blood on the breeze

If Ludo could have arched an eyebrow it would have as she made her comment about the mask, but instead it merely hovered where it had retreated, watching her with a blank and bone white expression. "They are out there. They are not in here," it said simply. "I miss them." Suddenly poking fun and exchanging jibes did not seem to be so amusing. Ludo soared up once more to settle in the boughs of the tree, mask turned up to watch the night through the skeleton branches. "And what of your offers and information? Do they understand what you tell them any better?" it asked softly. "He has worn the mask and he has seen, but I cannot say whether he knows. What does it matter, Safrin? So what if they use what we give them or if we give it to them in the first place? If we are destined to be stuck in here so, without asking to be, without choosing to be, what does it matter?" LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own