Greatwater Lake she was afraid of dreadful prophecies

hmm. but that weak girl had brought you to your knees.

but she does not say it, it is merely a thought as if she was in the place of the sister. scylla reminds herself that indulging the mind of some woman who harmed a man who was perhaps the only thing she had close to a friend was not productive. it was simply that to her -- logic and weakness existed on two different spectrums. men could be strong in spirit and muscle but still be foolish. so many were, but to deprive them from the distinction of strong was only unfair. alas, it did not matter so much and she moves on from the thought. 

i don't even know if she is alive, not much point in determining what i'll say to her just yet. the girl speaks plainly. it is unfortunate, but she is not one to ignore the very real possibility that hela is dead. i might never find her even if she is. the teekon is vast; could she even travel the whole thing to begin with? scylla raises her paw, and this, she shakes it lightly, isn't exactly helping.