As Abigaíl listened to the woman's tale, she couldn't help but to draw certain parallels between herself and the supposed actions of the previous Famine. They had killed the previous holder of the title for something so banal as killing a child? The whole damn family was as innocent as the Kuchiki boy, it seemed to her. She couldn't help but to chuckle under her breath, at that thought.
"Heavy darkness, eh?" She asked at the end of her reserved laughter. "If there's one thing I'm used to these days, it's that." In truth, she hadn't told the woman much about herself, ever, and she questioned how much information the Unabara had on her. Did they know of her appetite already? How much did they know, if so?
All questions for another time.
Abigaíl changed the subject back to their work, even if temporarily. "I'll do what I can to convince him that Hollow are stalking his soldiers. If possible, I can bring some weaker ones myself to save
them from, to have the few who are spiritually aware validate my claim." She looked around again, just to be sure noone was listening.
"I want... I want you to prepare Calamity to be released. Contact me when you're ready, and I will take up the mantle of Famine." Though there was still a little apprehension in her expression and voice, considering what had happened the last time with the trial to become Pestilence, what shone more was resolve. More than the mission, she had her own demons to deal with, and if Calamity could help her to quell them, then everything would be for the better. "Death is incarcerated, and War is breaking as we speak. The Unabara need a proper leader, or you'll lose the coming fight."