Hell is filled with good intentions, so they always say. But really, Wash wonders if this Vishkar even had those good intentions, to begin with. To take a child into their care, to send her to do their dirty work? None of that sounds like anything worth aspiring to.

"The people in that city knew what they wanted. Much like the people here know what they want." A pause, there, just watching her, trying to read her expression. Troubled does seem accurate, if an understatement. "What about you, though?"