The look, oh the look, Ze'ev knew it well, and when she called herself Death, he knew it was no mere trifling thing. Ze'ev knew Death, better than most, but it was clear to him, this waif of a woman, she knew Death as well. Where she went, it was clear, Death went with her.
For a second, Ze'ev flashed back. The images came slower, and less frequently than they had right after he had left. The image was dim, but he knew them all, in his mind the Seven Sisters showed themselves to him, one by one, except for two. The twins had to be together, even in his mind.
And then he came back to the moment. "Remarkable" he muttered to himself. "Silver, His Imperial Excellency has sent me out, once again, as in the past, as his ambassador. I have been meeting with many people, though this meeting was at the top of the priority list."
Sipping his tea, he once again looked up and met the woman's powerful gaze. "The Emperor means to return to the Chrysanthemum Throne. At present, our forces and operational range are limited, and with the current "peace" that stands in Kusari, it would be easy enough for the Rebel Naval Forces to cordon off Kyushu and quickly eliminate the Emperor's forces. We cannot allow this to happen. The Emperor -must- return to the Throne. So, we must find a way to strike at the Imposters from where they don't expect it. We need..." Ze'ev again looked deeply into her fierce eyes, meeting the intensity he found there. "We need Ghosts.... And the Emperor thinks you are the leader of the Ghosts we need."