[Maybe he's not that dumb after all. She hums in agreement, thinking of Palamedes Sextus - or (eugh) Paul as they're calling themselves now. An idiot, who killed himself out of spite or love or whatever he wants to call it.

Not a hero, despite their little attempts.

She laughs sharply at the declaration that a hero is God's favorite. What does that make her, then? The last hero? Well, second last. Gideon - Kiriona - (Gideon isn't hers, Kiriona is) is much closer to that title. Out of the two of them, she's butchered her way through enough enemy ranks to deserve it.

No, Ianthe's the best option, the most effective. But she's never the favorite.]

Oh, for sure. He plays favorites like you wouldn't believe. Between you and me, he can be kind of wishy washy about who deserves mercy and who deserves eternal suffering, our Lord. Oh well, nobody's perfect.

[There's no faith in her voice, no devotion, no love. But there is acknowledgement of His divine power. God is real, and he's decided to make it everyone's problem.

She doesn't like John. Nor does she really fear him, though she's seen first hand what happens to the people that cross him and wouldn't love to join them in a great big puddle of goo - but she does need him. And she needs to keep him weak and alone and pathetic.]

Still, I'm not sure that's correct. He might call them heroes, but he can call anything a hero. Do you think if I ask really nicely he'll even call me one? [It's a joke.

He already has. The Lyctor Prince, The Saint of Awe. Prince Ianthe Naberius.]