And you’re lucky that we’re in a place not meant for fighting, else I might cut you down again.

[She wouldn’t, unless pushed to the absolute brink. Emet is coming close.]

I’m sorry that I have the gall to exist, but I plan on living. On continuing to live.

I’m not sure what coincidence gave me the soul of ‘one of your finest,’ but I won’t allow them to have it back until I’m done with it.