"You want a cult, go see Wood," the Sheriff muttered dryly, letting Atticus fill in the gaps. His recommendations were good. Blackbird would have things to say, and she'd say them compellingly, whatever they were. It was actually pretty good timing. She knew how close Blackbird was to her first Chrysalis, and she was studying the Elysian Coils, too.
Perhaps by the time they spoke, Blackbird would have already figured it out.
Or lost herself to the Dragon...
"I'd talk to Blackbird. And, actually, Prosper. He's had a very different experience of all this, I think, from his time in Germany. In any event, not every Chapter practices the same way, but... I believe in discipline and collective action for the greater good of our work. That is what matters. Accordingly, we have a method, and it does involve plenty of theory and preparation. Rashness is the enemy of science."