[ And to that, they could not be more different. Her head tilts back and she laughs. Awful and grating and full of her lack of interest in such things. The cant of nobility to use such words as weapons, laughter like blades. To drive a space between them more firmly than the walls of her cell. ]

Then you have never been tortured, girl. You think they're going to let us go before they have taken everything from you? From us?