That did make some sense, he supposed, but still not something he wanted to see honestly. "I'd still rather not witness it, I've already seen too much of that during my lifetime," he doesn't really feel the need of commenting on the other supposedly being dead. He himself quite clearly remembers dying before coming here, after all.

The thing in the dark narrows it's barely visible eyes while hissing threateningly.

"It won't matter wether or not I do so, my hearing is too good for it to truly make a difference," he says as he resigns himself for whatever is to come.

It works, for whatever suspiscion the Ungoliant have towards this strange creature is not greater than her hunger. By the time Alastor attacks she's close enough that one can almost make out the hideous spidery face of her.

Both the sound and the claws raking her body ellicit an enraged shriek out of her.

"WHO DARES!" She bellows.