"You asked for help, little mortal. I've given you insight. Bits and pieces of desperation to examine, which might be from you, or might not be from you. Your blood, or mine? Your fear, or his? A pity you can't seek out my many-armed-unsister quite as directly here. I feel like her talents are best suited to what you seek. But... I think you understand, better than you did before, how desperately you want what you want. Is there anything else you want to say?" There are shadows dancing in his indigo eyes now, tiny images of daggers in the dark.