Luke 8:39

The silence was broken by soft footsteps, a breath caught in a chest, and finally, on exhale, it called her name. No, not her name, but a name she hadn't been called in some time. Mum. It didn't surprise her, nor catch her off guard. Why wouldn't her child come to her here? It was God's will that they would meet again, and so they did. And so brought Pontifex from the shadows as well.

Toxicity turned slowly towards her spawn, older now were they than when she had them, though they stood before her as timid as a pup a season shy from yearling. A smile crossed her dark lips, "My children return to me, by God's will, and they are yet unharmed. Modesty, Pontifex," She looked at both in turn, "We have many matters awaiting our attention, from the past where we separated until now. Blessed be for keeping you safe, but how have you fared?" She spoke in the formalities of how she thought, her words to mortals not quite finding their rhythm for the time being.