"Exactly Robert." Right now, they were the only kindred in the Domain who had any Faith. She didn't want to force others to believe, because the Doll thought that it would be a false belief, a tainted belief. Such a thing the diminished Circle needed not.
"Thank you." Alice nods another one of her smooth inhuman nods to wards the second Robert.
A hollow laugh, "I'm surprised myself that I've risen this high this quickly considering..." she's only four years dead. "The Farm was firebombed during the Summer Solstice, by the Brood. I wasn't yet initiated then, I was there to observe, and see...if it was something that could answer my questions. The incident made me want to run screaming...if my Blood hadn't thickened, and my eyes hadn't fallen to ash...I wouldn't have sought out the Crone. I would have ran, screaming." She admits without shame. "But my Blood did thicken, and my eyes did fall. And it had to be for a reason. I needed to search outside of the Domain...after the firebombing, every other Acolyte fled. Which says more then I can express about their devotion." a parody of a sneer stretches the Doll's lips. "One I thought was recovering from the fire. A Shadow, who went inside and was set alight....but I haven't seen him. The other, the Gangrel Katya."
The silence stretches, and Alice reaches out toward the second Robert, metaphorically.
"We currently have a member of the Brood cell in torpor. You are welcome to come to our...discussion with her."*
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