Crocodile Dundee

No assault came from behind, but Pestilence whirled regardless at Thalia's response. She barked an exaggerated and unimpressed scoff, her eyes narrowing and a gloved paw lifting to prod accusingly in Thalia's direction. "The only thing my father did wrong was trust in Malleus enough to meet him at the volcano. He was betrayed, and the disturbance of their corpses caused the volcano to erupt. Nothing more." Pestilence's lips curled upwards, her voice taut and cold. "Abraxas is a lie they tell you to keep you under their control, why can't you fools see that?" Unlike Thalia, Pestilence did speak with the conviction of one trying to convince another. Her whole life she'd tried to make other Abraxas' wolves see reason, that would not stop now.

She let out a rumbling frustrated breath, turning from the other girl to kick the dead crocodile in the face. A part of her had hoped that it was Archon's children only who had been corrupted with such a strong belief, that the other Abraxas of the world could see reason and take a fairytale for what it was. From the way she spoke, Pestilence knew Thalia was a believer. Logically that belief extended to all the others too, who presumably resided in Aerie with her.