Bash St. Expedit is no Bishop, but he can see her grappling with her former self like Jacob with the angel. And he sits with that image for a moment.

"How important is it to you, that everyone else understand? Like. We're doing self-flagellation here, but how public and communal an act do you need that? Hair shirt, scourge, whole nine yards? I get it, you think that I oughta know what I need to in order to despise you, but. Like. You're lugging that corpse into my room and setting it at my feet like a cat. That's just a little bit of a dick move."