[She huffs a laugh. She would be surprised if there were no hurt feelings, the death she doomed him to can't have been a pleasant one, based on the dread that it was described with. Still, she knows he'd understand too.

Some things are too important to be left to burn. As long as Joy and Patience waited to have their little stab at deicide, Ianthe will wait to get what she truly wants. She'll trap him in a tomb of his own, make it so that he couldn't fuck anything else up if he tried.

Or something like that. It's a work in progress.]

You two are adorable, you know that? Like an old divorced couple. The sheer contempt is sweltering. [She smiles. Mercy doesn't the hurt, so she won't. A favor for a favor. Or an attempted one for an attempt.] Is he here? Or is it just the two of us and a billion deformed squid?