[She eyes Mercymorn, grimaces. She's not sure how to feel about the woman after the things she did, and while she can't say she was happy to see her die in such a brutal and humiliating way - although she never liked her either and the woman had tried to destroy her whole planet so she wasn't too sad - most of the feelings remaining are the simmering resentment of being left in the aftermath of the other saints and all their mistakes.
Prince Ianthe Naberius, The Emperor's whipping girl. Yeah. The idea that now Joy is jumping to rescue some stupid fishermen is almost too absurd for words. After what she was willing to sacrifice why in all the Nine Houses would she care about this place.]
I see you're no longer a puddle of gore and stains. More's the pity.
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Prince Ianthe Naberius, The Emperor's whipping girl. Yeah. The idea that now Joy is jumping to rescue some stupid fishermen is almost too absurd for words. After what she was willing to sacrifice why in all the Nine Houses would she care about this place.]
I see you're no longer a puddle of gore and stains. More's the pity.
Have you been here long, Joy?