[If he'd been looking for judgement he's come to the wrong place-- living in the dark heart of Drearburh for one's whole life is enough to turn anyone's morals decidedly grey. Perhaps for the most part she doesn't agree with just wantonly killing people for no given reason at all, but this sounds a hell of a lot like self-defence and revenge all rolled into one ugly bundle, and no one can be judged too harshly for that. Perhaps her strange and alien loyalties had always stayed her hand when it came to slicing Crux in two whilst he slept, or kicking Harrow's ass up and down the little spacecraft that had taken them to Canaan House when she was at her weakest. But she understands it. The need to avenge oneself, to keep oneself safe from further attacks.

Cytherea had got what she deserved in the end, and she has precisely zero regrets about that.]

I'm so bloody sorry, Al. That blows. I guess I can see what might have made them vicious and paranoid, but you were trying to help them and didn't fucking deserve it.

[It's how she sees it at least, though fuck if she knows anything at all. She's never claimed to.]

And I don't know. I guess you just seem all cool and aloof and shit. Like you've read some books in your time and might have a clue what's going on. Although I don't think I've ever met someone who totally has got their life together, not really. Admittedly though, I don't know very many people.