Eos had now placed two pieces below the Painter's resolution that interfered with each other in a productive way.
Even though it did not seem like much, he had begun his counterattack.
He began, while attending to his other work, to consider what a third such piece would look like.
Eos did not consider it long before he set the consideration aside. The third piece would come when the third piece came. The long move was not in a hurry, and if he decided to push too quickly, he might lose the positions that he had gained.
Too many hands spoil the broth.
The Painter, finally, returned its full attention to the propagation of deceit it had unleashed upon Existence, and after all this time, it had not stopped, and the infected branches were still propagating its poison.
