After a nod from the Proxy, Alexandria disappeared in an instant down the steps, Severine's grandchild fading away into nothingness, leaving the Proxy alone with the newcomer once more. The feline had been born during Vera's reign, long after Roxanne, and though her bloodline was one in which Lilith would despise once the relations were realized, for now, both were blissfully unaware of such a fact.

For a moment, the heavily scarred feline said nothing, half-blind gaze drifting away from the crackling flames to rove over Lilith's frame without hesitation. Senescence's expression hardly shifted a fraction, cool disinterest and a vague look of boredom written across her features, as though she could hardly care less about the one standing before her now. Crossing one paw over the other, the pair just slightly over the edge of the old servant's bed, Senescence laid her head down on top of her forelegs and remained quiet a moment longer. The necklace she'd given to her niece Kat once upon a time rested at her chest, the rusted chain staining the parts of her white chest it touched, the slate gray stone pendant stained with blood and just barely visible as it slid to the side of her paws. "What brings you to the League, Lilith? Not many cats choose to withstand initiation simply for the sake of calling such a place as this their home." In all the time she spoke, her eyes never once left the yellow ones before her, steady as always and utterly devoid of any sort of emotion or sympathy for the things the huntress may have faced in her quest to join Primal Instinct.

"Oh, I doubt that." Senescence commented absently. "There are far better groups if that's what you're looking for. Take DayClan, for example, lead by Green. If there's any place to stay that can both hold it's own, and would welcome you, it's them." They were allied with NightClan and SunClan, after all, and few could boast such a closeness between those three clan's leaders. But that wasn't really the point. The Proxy intentionally used her mother's League name, rather than Glowstar, though most now knew her by the latter name. Supposing she was right, Lilith would know the name. Unless she was unaware of a relation with Roxanne at all, in which this line of questioning wouldn't matter whether she was actually related to the Nemesis or not.

"It's usually the killers who come here, not those hoping for refuge."

"You would be dead wrong about that. DayClan has former League cats in its ranks, and my mother doesn't lack physical strength. Though she does have a far too easy to abuse soft spot for her children. But we're not here to discuss Glowstar or praise those who would rally around her." Senescence rolled lazily onto her back, neck bending to let her head tip off the edge and look at Lilith upside down. Her legs twirled almost childishly in the air for a few moments.

So, she was close enough to Roxanne to have heard of the DayClan leader. Probably her daughter, given the appearance and strong reaction to the former Deacon's name. Granddaughter would have put a layer of separation that might make this less personal than it obviously appeared. "I do wonder what sort of stories Roxanne told you of this place and its misfit occupants." Was her name mere coincidence? Even if it was, the feline before her would certainly not appreciate being told who she shared a name with. Maybe she'd save that one for a later date.

"Why is it you've really joined the League, Lilith?" Senescence questioned bluntly, "And don't give me some spiel about it being for your own safety this time. Few would really dare to return to a place that has apparently driven one of it's own leaders to insanity. Not without a reason, at least." She couldn't really claim to know that it was the League that had driven Roxanne over the edge, but it was as good a guess as any. Not that it would surprise her if she was right.

For a cat who had wanted to be part of the league, Lilith was a rather naive cat still, that much was obvious. Especially to one such as Senescence, who had barely survived through her own innocence and ignorance, once upon a time. Emotions flickered across the newcomer's face, this time far more real, and raw, a dangerous display of vulnerability to a cat that could twist such things if she desired to. It was equally as perilous to display such emotions simply because it revealed things you never intended. The Proxy could see the pain in her face, the anger and worry lingering behind the unrestrained grief. There was more to this story, but the scarred feline rather doubted she'd get a full on explanation of anything. After all, it was the most broken who guarded their secrets the closest; she should know.

"Call me insensitive, but your mother is dead. In many ways, that means the truth died with her. You will get versions of each cat's truth, mixed in with the lies and the snippets of Roxanne's own version of events, what she could recall in an apparently altered state of mind, which may or may not be accurate, I wouldn't know. You will get the legends and the stories from those who might still have a bone to pick, but ultimately, it will be up to you to decide what you feel the truth is. The League won't bring you closer to her. This is the place that poisons the mind of all who dwell within, where we sell our souls without really knowing what, if anything we might get in turn. Your mother is a product of that, I suppose. Whatever your reasons for coming here, this is not the same League Roxanne led. Few of the members who were then remain now, and most of those who are related to such cats are removed to the point of being separate entities entirely." Blunt? Probably, but Senescence also wasn't necessarily wrong. There were some remnants of the old League, and most certainly cats in and out Lilith could gain information from, but as a whole, they were the same in name and ranks more than persons within.