Greatwater Lake I'm unstoppable today

Slade watched her reaction bemusedly with an emberous gaze, her explicit uncare demonstrated with ease. Seems she was one to take blows well. A good trait for someone, especially from the Woods.

"There are some times he listens as he should, as there are some where he speaks when he should not. But all youth have their moments."

It was a fact of life. Not everyone was simple and subtle in their ways; Makaro was simply more brash and snarky than most. However, none other be best to judge him than the test of Sithis Himself, so Slade let such folly pass as it may.

The baritones came forth again, the amusement turning into its own form of tone, as if she inquired how she was the darkest smudge against the pure white canvas of life, itself.

"Every Dark Brother knows a Dark Sister, despire conflicted timelines; especially if they were trained well enough."

Slade canted his head a bit almost, as if wondering why it hadn't been obvious. She was young too, quite so. But something that struck well from her was something that echoed, matching another's from the past.

"I also know of who sired you. Your heritage is unveiled by your lilt."