And three to three had indeed become six. Were these fierce beasts chasing after the lambs and the wolf with them? It was funny, so funny, and Albedo shifted where he was, sitting on the railing instead and swinging his feet. He bit his lip, grinning delightfully. "Are you chasing the white rabbit?" he mused downward. "Most fall down without thought, never considering how they are to get out again."

Down the rabbit hole and into that place. There was something familiar about that, but it flashed too quickly for anything to settle. Instead the Song rose in waves, draining his replies further. A coalescence had started around him, violet and magenta dancing around him like living flames. One becoming two becoming one, and wasn't there something in that?! The bioweapon's eyes widened, something deliciously like fear lacing his being.

At the same time something shifted towards him along that forgotten and fractured link. A little mouse seeking, searching--pausing before him. Was that fear from daddy's little darling, or something else? Albedo rolled his eyes to the side, tracing the link's path through walls to the source. A effort of force, a shoving open, and then the pathway was open to him. {Ah, Nigredo.} Broken betrayer, future murderer; death will come to you in many forms. {It's been said, you know. To beware of false prophets. They wear sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravening wolves.} There was a pause then, as his stare remained settled on the wall. {Do you think that's true?} Albedo's tongue darted out to taste the ridges of his teeth. {Come to me. We should play.}

That said, something pleasant and horrible crossed his expression. Whether to himself or the ones below him, the entity muttered, "...'For many are invited, but few are chosen.'" His attention elsewhere, the trio could slip by more easily then their own prey. From above, Albedo giggled again, something altogether awful in the sound.