[She has yet to hear a laugh from his lips that she would ever call "kindly" or even just "entertained". There's something sharp in it always, and even taking into account that she is a woman inclined to see sharpness everywhere in the world... It offends her still.

The mental equivalent of spitting in distaste. Mental spit.]

I do not rejoice in the possibility of a power existing that is strong enough and chaotic enough to destroy worlds, whether that world "deserves" to be put to the torch or not.

[And anyone who does, as far as she's concerned, is completely insane.]

Go back to Horos if you hunger for more of what demons eat.

[Not that she... actually knows what that is, but. It must be blood or violence. Something Ashura-like.]