They eye him a moment, and figure he's thinking what next to say. Their sibling's ability to move so quickly, or teleport, is enough to keep them occupied until he finds it. They decide it's a positive sign.

And now they're looking down at the Radiance.

They copied her appearance down with accuracy. The Knight noticed, even then, that she didn't look like something so cruel and ruinous.

They suppose they should hate her more. She was the root of it all, and yet cold rage isn't so swift to rise as it once was.

They can still feel her agonizing light rendered useless trying to scorch them in their final moments, and all that soft fluff shredding to dream motes underneath their claws.

It was nearly pathetic, after all it took to bring her to that point.