( Elizabeth looks fatigued but hopeful, a triumphant upward tilt to her chin as she smiles at him. In one hand she holds up the volume she'd borrowed from the library, the picture zooming in so that he might read the text for himself. Behind the picture of the wall of text treatise, Elizabeth sighs softly. )

Do you see it! The Void is as the monarchs are; a God. Like them, it might be slain via the murder of its Avatar.

But, I know not who it might be, or if it has even chosen one. We shall have to look into the matter at once.

( A moment of adjusting, and her face is back in view once again. )

I hope this might be of use to us despite all.