Asha greeted me too, then excused herself to act as lookout, leaving me alone with the Sightmother.
“I’m happy to see you,” I said. “I didn’t expect you to come yourself.”
“This is important.” I felt her threads reaching for mine, like hands cradling a face to examine it. “How are you, Sylina? It has been a long time.”
How I wanted to lean into that comfort. I had forgotten how good it felt to be near something certain.
“I’m well, Sightmother.”
“I was surprised to find you back in Vasai.”
She didn’t say more. Didn’t reference Vasai’s significance to my past. Neither of us had to.
“I go where the Weaver sends me,” I said.
A beat of silence. Her presence curled around mine like an embrace. And yet, I couldn’t help but stiffen a little, knowing that the Sightmother saw so much more than even the most talented Sisters did—knowing that my presence might betray things I would rather she not see. Like the burn on my lips and my hands.
“We don’t have much time,” the Sightmother said. “I’ve come because you must have an update for me by now. I see that the conqueror has made considerable progress in his task.”
“He… yes.”
Work. My task. Once, that was blissfully straightforward. Now I found myself choosing each word gingerly, like steps across a fragile bridge.
With her prompting, I went on to tell her about my time with Atrius—carefully, using only facts. What he asked me to seer about. How we took Alka. How we took Vasai. Then I told her of his future plans—that he intended to move on Karisine next, to open a pathway to kill the Pythora King.
And here, I hesitated.
It was relevant for me to tell the Sightmother about his plans for his cousin to support his attack, and in doing so, tell her about the civilians living on the island of Veratas.
Yet, I remembered the careful, tentative tone of voice Atrius had used when he told me about them—like I was being entrusted with something precious and delicate.
I had split seconds to make the decision.
Civilians, I decided, were not relevant. It didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter, I told myself, as I ended my brief without mentioning Veratas, and as I listened to the Sightmother’s long, thoughtful silence.
“Hm,” she said, finally. Her fingers played at her chin.
“It’s been months,” I said. “I’ve remained very close to him. You asked me to understand his ultimate goals, and I have. After all I’ve learned, I have a recommendation.”
The Sightmother’s brows rose, shifting above the teal blue of her blindfold. “By all means, tell me.”
“With every battle I’ve seen and plan I’ve witnessed, he has attempted to minimize the risk to human citizens. It doesn’t always work, but that doesn’t change the fact that he tries. And that’s because he intends to rule this kingdom. He sees the humans as his people, as much as the vampires are.”
The Sightmother did not hide her skepticism on her face nor in her presence.
“I didn’t believe it either at first, but I’ve seen it proven time and time again,” I said. “He has more respect for the lives of the humans here than the Pythora King does. And perhaps—”
No—no perhaps, no maybes. I was stronger than this. I had a recommendation. I would make it.
“The Pythora King has killed tens of thousands of innocent people. More. And we have been fighting against him for decades. For what? What have we achieved?”
The Sightmother said nothing, her presence unreadable.
“The Bloodborn conqueror may not be our enemy,” I said. “Perhaps Atrius would make a much better ally.”
The silence of the Sightmother’s presence now seemed ominous. Still, she said nothing, and so, neither did I. I let the statement stand, even though some desperate part of me was frantic to walk it back.
“Atrius,” the Sightmother said at last, voice flat. “How familiar you’ve gotten.”
My stomach twisted. The Sightmother’s disapproval was always a cold blade.
Atrius’s kiss burned unbearably on my lips.
“You told me to grow familiar,” I said. “Just as you asked me for my recommendation.”
“And that recommendation is what, exactly? You haven’t fully said it.”
Too late to back away now.
“Abandon our mission to kill him,” I said. “Ally with him instead. Help him overthrow the Pythora King.”