"Tired of being Nemesis already?" A bored tone questioned, the Proxy approaching with a rather deadpan expression. Of all of them, she was perhaps the most secretive. She kept to herself, and half the time no one knew where she was. Senescence was one of the few longer term members, which was a feat in itself, and she generally did as she pleased. It rarely interfered with whatever the reigning Nemesis was doing, so she was rarely bothered as a result. Now, however, she didn't have such luxury. Even during Solaris', albeit brief, reign, she'd been able to slip away from the chaos. But Marchosais really wanted her to be productive, apparently.

She could assume his idea was to expand their duties and separate the cats. It's not like it was a difficult jump from one idea to the next. Senescence tilted her head slightly and blinked once, impassive. "Ingenious, or insanity?" The Proxy questioned, though she showed no apparent leaning either way. "Or perhaps you simply want less work to do for yourself." Not that it changed much what his intentions were, or her thoughts on the matter anyway. Marchosais would do as he pleased, as any other Nemesis would, as he already had thus far. She was simply along for the ride, for better or worse, until yet another cat rose into his rank one day.

"Maybe everyone's a little insane in their own way." You could certainly find someone who thought so, if you looked hard enough. And in the league, you didn't even have to look beyond your own groupmates to find someone who thought of you as such. It was simply a matter of perspective, and in the end, it didn't matter. What one cat thought about you, could could find another who disagreed, and eventually neither would be alive to remember you, and your memory would disappear entirely.