Nocturne Summit she moved like the moon

It was intriguing to learn that he had been spoken of - yet the matriarch had not identified exactly which daughter had done so. And for that fact, her seemingly welcome words did not put him at ease. Vaati offered only a slightly nervous, “Oh?” He could only imagine exactly what had been said, and though he knew he had somewhat redeemed himself to the Cerberus, he could not fully trust that what had been relayed to the Alpha was entirely in his favour. Though nevertheless, he felt no ill-intent in the woman’s tone and gathered no unease from Hydra, and therefore figured he must be in the clear, for now.

How could he forget the forever-screeching-one? At the recollection of the boy, he could nearly feel his ears ring at how astonishingly loud the other had been. Vaati’s ears flicker in mild annoyance at the memory, nodding in confirmation that he indeed recalled how entertaining it had been to see the boy’s eyeball ripped out in a sort of well-justified punishment for his overwhelming loudness. Though, it was even more intriguing to learn of the loud one’s apparent death - however, not surprising. Vaati would have liked to do it himself and perhaps he would, at the behest of the wraith before him. It did not take him very long to return with his answer, first glancing to the mother, before returning to meet Hydra’s gaze.

“Of course, as you wish.” He had not intended the words to sound so subservient, though a part of him still felt indebted to her. It was as if she were his employer, and he found himself drawn to her natural authority in the same way he yearned it himself. Likely it was a dangerous thing, for a few well-placed words here and there … and no sooner later would he kill for her. Though in that same way, it benefitted himself. She would provide the victims, and he would provide the death sentence. A particular symbiosis that existed contently between them, and only them. Perhaps at the back of his mind, he recognized that the sway she held over him was something to be cautious of; should he fall too deep in his service to her he would not find his way out. But yet, she reeled him in like a sailor to a siren and he found very little hesitance on his part. “Is that all?”