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Ophelia took a moment to steady herself, breathing in calmly through her nose and exhaling a few seconds later in a rhythmic loop. She let the horror and disgust wash over her, pass through her, and finally take their leave of her--she then turned to give Gerlinde a gentle smile, but was immediately taken off guard by the wetness permeating her hair and clothing and how suddenly... transparent certain garments were. She immediately looked away bashfully, though returned her gaze only a few seconds later absent her wandering eyes.

"... Was there a part of 'wants to raise an immortal army enthralled by his power' that seemed... less than disastrous to you? We know it can affect his false Paleblood Hunters--imagine what even a handful of people dedicated to him could do. Whatever his means of creating false Paleblood, whatever part of this sacred space he's bastardised and taken advantage of, we simply must agree that he both cannot be allowed to do this and will stop at nothing to see it done. If we're agreed on that, then his death warrant is already signed. Some part of the influence must linger, embedded like a shard of glass in your mind's eye... There must be a rune that can deter this influence, or... well, I suppose the two of you could increase your affinity for the Arcane with blood echoes, and we could... I don't know; it's difficult to think of a solution for a problem like this." She began, not getting heated or even angry in the slightest--just... confused, and wanting to explain what was very obvious logic to her to her companions.

"Getting ahead of ourselves won't benefit us, though, that much is absolutely certain... Thank you, Gerlinde, for your uncharacteristically stabilising influence! Okay... Well. Knowing what secrets lurk in the Grand Cathedral is absolutely paramount; all information about this false Paleblood is my highest priority. I also need Harold's insights on the nature of thought, of how memories can live within skulls and their experience be passed on... And neither Farren or Torquil can return. This, then, necessitates a brief splitting up--I am happy to go alone, and I can pick up more blood vials and other tidbits from Dietrich for us. Unless any of you have something more pressing that we need to do? If you two need me in any capacity, I'll do whatever I can for you--I suppose making sure you're alright should be my first concern, shouldn't it?"