But as prisoners to be put in a Hell, you should serve...ah, "justice". [ A wave of her hand. ] Yet, this is no Hell.

Nor are you serving any term given by a higher order. [ By, say, a god. It's those humans. Those damn humans. Always arrogant.

She leans forward, going to wrap a sympathetic arm around her. ] ....Dear child, you didn't deserve this at all. [ Her voice softens, expressing regret on her behalf. ] All of this--... all of this was meaningless.