Persephone was rather amused at the first. Hecate did have a point; it was the sort of thing she had tried on numerous times to be compassionate about, but which she had never, herself, actually known. She nodded as her friend spoke.
"I know what you mean," she said, "the not knowing is terrible." Persephone had always been the sort of person who knew more than she let on, who let certain details out, but kept the great ideas, the vast majority of things and thoughts she found valuable to herself. It was not like Hecate's gift, her knowledge more geared by intuitive work, research, and crafty acquisition of information, but things were different now. At present, with this lack of information, she felt in the dark. "What do you make of the last entry?" she asked, feeling a shiver at the thought.