Kamariel nods. "I saw her a while ago. She has done well. I look forward to meeting her on the battlefield again. So I can rip her throat out, and show her true strength." She grins, lazily, then returns to watching. Unlike before, the backstabbing seems to have been mostly toned down; under the watchful eyes of the Demon Lords, no one is going to cross the line. Too far. Unfortunately, there were a number of captives he didn't have time or space to save, who couldn't escape on their own, and he could see them being carted off to other prisons, although many of them were minions of demons and devils, themselves; few mortals, and even fewer outsiders remain.<br/><br/>He'll also notice, as an aside, a few minutes after he starts watching, Violet returning from the entrance to the garden, with a slightly disappointed look on her face; clearly, she'd meant to find him there, and hadn't spotted him in front of the viewscreen, yet.