The Heartwood Float through bright rooms; no borders, no fences

All of the information that he shared was taken in, absorbed; all good things to know, and commit to memory. The witch had a twin in her son who did not sound so terrible, the way Vengeance spoke of him... but things changed. All things did, given enough time and certain circumstance. He might not think it so, but so many were ruled by the principle that blood was thicker than water. 

But Vengeance would be wrong to think that made any exempt from judgment. Korei Julia was family in blood, but not in name any longer for her actions after all. Hydra would never again acknowledge their bloodtie. 

Vengeance believed they could be reasoned with, and given he had known them Hydra imagined he might be right. Best to be certain of that before the whole of what we seek to do is shared with them. They might protect her, she drawled, and even if they do not do that much, they may warn her, and that would make her all the more difficult to find, potentially. Hydra desired for this to be quick, as quick as it could be done. But all great things took time, and they had more of this on their side than the hunted party did now, she imagined. 

As he spoke of sending one of their own to Rusalka, Hydra pondered aloud: does Raleska trust you? Would she, now? Hydra doubted the girl would share any information with her mother to simply any passing stranger; but Vengeance... he had history. A reason to be curious for no other reason than personal investment; or, friendship. Not a real one, mind—but one that perhaps Raleska might believe in. If not her, did Illidan? She imagined Vengeance might fill in the blanks for her to not ask the latter, but she would if he did not.