LILITH: We are the withering trunk of the tree that our mother's roots still hold steady
LILITH: And you are a sapling created of our seeds
LILITH: One that cannot be put down
ELLSEE: DoΣs that mΣan you alrΣady know, thΣn¿¿
ELLSEE: About all thΣ things that my blood can do.
LILITH: "Know", the little sprout says
LILITH: There's not much that we need to discover of our own nature
LILITH: We are bound, Ellsee Raines, in ways deeper than you realize