“ polarized, divisive drowning in strife ”
The serpent weaves his way through the darkness, sleek and slick and silent like a black adder, when he arrives to the meeting, no one sees him for he does not join the group. Stephen takes his place between two shadows, white hair lost in the pitch stain of the evening. He studies the Night Court as they congregate, each one bringing with them a concern, a passion, and an opinion of those who oppose them. The meeting proves to be informative, even to someone like Stephen who merely listens with one ear attached to the voices.
Only would join the group if he were awake, but he is not all thanks to Stephen and his own traps. The gimp probably would not voice his opinions but he would try to fight with the rest of them. He would try to clutch a pitchfork to his side and carry a torch to chase the beast they all so despise. But Only is not here to know the word 'Raum' the way every one else does. He does not know that Isra has been stolen , that someone else is dead because of this word. One word.
Raum.
It is the kind of word that holds a certain weight. The way 'Winona' does for Stephen. It sounds dangerous. It sounds intriguing. It sounds like something that might be worth his time while he spends it waiting for Only to find his most prized possession.
Stephen peels off as followers agree with Moira, their passions foreign to the man who only has one thing on his mind still. He does not think about their crusade. He does not bother to form an opinion on the things he has heard this night. Without much else, the man turns down a road long and winding and soon, is widdled out of sight by darkness itself.
O N L Y
technically I still exist, but not in my mind
We are only replying because it is only fair that he learns this information through interaction/not interacting? If you spotted him that is fine, he isn't trying to hide himself. He's just an 'in the shadows' kind of dude.