<div class="floatright">  (http://i.imgur.com/MkdOVAW.jpg?2)</div>Baudhiel tucks herself into a corner of the room, watching as Jia searches and Piro questions their new charge.<br/><br/>She hears the man explaining to Piro that<strong>the damned deserve all that they get</strong>, and she tenses, her jaw tight and her eyes screwed shut at the flood of unconnected memories.  Shaking it off, she glares back at him and hisses, "Do<i>you</i>decide that?  Hm?  Suffering forever?  Tortured forever, for mistakes made in life?"  Rising to her knees, she leans forward and spits at him.  energy crackling from her green eyes.  "They were only<i>mortal</i>.  Mortals are fools.  They suffer for these demons'<i>greed</i>, not out of<i>penance</i>!"<br/><br/>Her slim arms tense and her fingers crackle with energy, but with a violent curse she rises and turns away... she paces off, bare feet silent on the warm stone.  "They suffer torment until there is nothing left<em>but </em>suffering."  She stalks from his presence, lingering close enough to hear the others, careful to be sure they are not ambushed again, and leans against the wall, fingering what remains of her scorched garment.<i>Anything to feel more than this.</i><br/><br/>