"Suffering brings Enlightenment." she reiterates. "An epiphany allowed by the grace of the Goddess." They were so alike, and so very different. Was it her fate within the boundaries of Sacramento to meet her mirrors. Inverted and strange. Dirge and now Patience?
"I think my question has an answer." she says, a murmur against the sloshing of the water. "Are you...."inactive"Meditating when you have no task, to...express your service?" She asks, turning her face and her open sockets towards her cousin, wondering, if, perhaps her own faith seemed a lesser thing, all of her fumbled, missed steps, all of her vows and promises broken by torpor, forced as it was.
Parsing through Patience's words, Alice nods, head jerking as those invisible strings pull. "Family is something to take seriously. For all our differences, it is always US against Them, no matter the bounds made or promises spoken Above. They do not and will not ever know what it is like to be Nosferatu." A smile, sharp and wide and fake appears, "Yes. No matter what separates us Above, we are Family, and we will defend each other, we will claw our way back to the place of pride. And hold it."
More silence, as comfortable as it is able between two Haunts, in this sanctuary blooms, before the stem is cut, "I have more stories, for when" not if, "you wish to hear them."