Asmodia puts on the headband.  She's ever tapped herself with a Fox's Cunning, but there's said to be a subtle difference in the headband, that with spellsilver to anchor a more carefully refined enchantment than a hung spell it can be smoother, more supportive, befitting something meant to be worn forever after.

...she can't really tell the difference, in the first rush of clarity, it feels half as intense as Fox's Cunning but otherwise mostly the same.

Mostly her newfound clarity is agreeing with her prior impression that, yes, her life is a complete loss in which nothing good has happened to her, nothing good is ever going to happen to her, and all of her goals now consist of being tortured less and staying out of Hell for slightly longer.

It's definitely possible that having any prospect of anything good ever happening to her would hit a different corner of her motivational system, yes.  Dath ilan could definitely be on to something there.  Asmodia chooses not to say this out loud for it being a pathetic plea for mercy; if Sevar is running Detect Thoughts, which would be sensible of her, then she's welcome to the inward thought that isn't a plea for anything.

"Or, alternatively, we only got the lectures for seven-year-olds so far and dath ilan's reasoning will seem much more understandable after a full week of lectures," Asmodia chooses to say instead.  "Irresistibly compelling, even, which I assume is why they had us sell our souls first."  Why not Sevar, though, that makes no sense.  "And Abadar's mad at us?  That sounds important."

Asmodia puts on the headband.  She's ever tapped herself with a Fox's Cunning, but there's said to be a subtle difference in the headband, that with spellsilver to anchor a more carefully refined enchantment than a hung spell it can be smoother, more supportive, befitting something meant to be worn forever after.

...she can't really tell the difference, in the first rush of clarity, it feels half as intense as Fox's Cunning but otherwise mostly the same.

Mostly her newfound clarity is agreeing with her prior impression that, yes, her life is a complete loss in which nothing good has happened to her, nothing good is ever going to happen to her, and all of her goals now consist of being tortured less and staying out of Hell for slightly longer.

It's definitely possible that having any prospect of anything good ever happening to her would hit a different corner of her motivational system, yes.  Dath ilan could definitely be on to something there.  Asmodia chooses not to say this out loud, where it would be a pathetic plea for mercy; if Sevar is running Detect Thoughts, which would be sensible of her, then she's welcome to the inward thought that isn't a plea for anything.

"Or, alternatively, we only got the lectures for seven-year-olds so far and dath ilan's reasoning will seem much more understandable after a full week of lectures," Asmodia chooses to say instead.  "Irresistibly compelling, even, which I assume is why they had us sell our souls first."  Why not Sevar, though, that makes no sense.  "And Abadar's mad at us?  That sounds important."

Asmodia puts on the headband.  She's ever tapped herself with a Fox's Cunning, but there's said to be a subtle difference in the headband, that with spellsilver to anchor a more carefully refined enchantment than a hung spell it can be smoother, more supportive, befitting something meant to be worn forever after.

...she can't really tell the difference, in the first rush of clarity, it feels half as intense as Fox's Cunning but otherwise mostly the same.

Mostly her newfound clarity is agreeing with her prior impression that, yes, her life is a complete loss in which nothing good has happened to her, nothing good is ever going to happen to her, and all of her goals now consist of being tortured less and staying out of Hell for slightly longer.

It's definitely possible that having any prospect of anything good ever happening to her would hit a different corner of her motivational system.  Dath ilan could be on to something there.  Asmodia chooses not to say this out loud, where it would be a pathetic plea for mercy; if Sevar is running Detect Thoughts, which would be sensible of her, then she's welcome to the inward thought that isn't a plea for anything.

"Or, alternatively, we only got the lectures for seven-year-olds so far and dath ilan's reasoning will seem much more understandable after a full week of lectures," Asmodia chooses to say instead.  "Irresistibly compelling, even, which I assume is why they had us sell our souls first."  Why not Sevar, though, that makes no sense.  "And Abadar's mad at us?  That sounds important."

Asmodia puts on the headband.  She's ever tapped herself with a Fox's Cunning, but there's said to be a subtle difference with the headband, that with spellsilver to anchor a more carefully refined enchantment than a hung spell it can be smoother, more supportive, befitting something meant to be worn forever after.

...she can't really tell the difference, in the first rush of clarity, it feels half as intense as Fox's Cunning but otherwise mostly the same.

Mostly her newfound clarity is agreeing with her prior impression that, yes, her life is a complete loss in which nothing good has happened to her, nothing good is ever going to happen to her, and all of her goals now consist of being tortured less and staying out of Hell for slightly longer.

It's definitely possible that having any prospect of anything good ever happening to her would hit a different corner of her motivational system.  Dath ilan could be on to something there.  Asmodia chooses not to say this out loud, where it would be a pathetic plea for mercy; if Sevar is running Detect Thoughts, which would be sensible of her, then she's welcome to the inward thought that isn't a plea for anything.

"Or, alternatively, we only got the lectures for seven-year-olds so far and dath ilan's reasoning will seem much more understandable after a full week of lectures," Asmodia chooses to say instead.  "Irresistibly compelling, even, which I assume is why they had us sell our souls first."  Why not Sevar, though, that makes no sense.  "And Abadar's mad at us?  That sounds important."

Asmodia puts on the headband.  She's ever tapped herself with a Fox's Cunning, but there's said to be a subtle difference from the headband.  That with spellsilver to anchor a more carefully refined enchantment than a hung spell, it can be smoother, more supportive, befitting something meant to be worn forever after.

...she can't really tell the difference, in the first rush of clarity, it feels half as intense as Fox's Cunning but otherwise mostly the same.

Mostly her newfound clarity is agreeing with her prior impression that, yes, her life is a complete loss in which nothing good has happened to her, nothing good is ever going to happen to her, and all of her goals now consist of being tortured less and staying out of Hell for slightly longer.

It's definitely possible that having any prospect of anything good ever happening to her would hit a different corner of her motivational system.  Dath ilan could be on to something there.  Asmodia chooses not to say this out loud, where it would be a pathetic plea for mercy; if Sevar is running Detect Thoughts, which would be sensible of her, then she's welcome to the inward thought that isn't a plea for anything.

"Or, alternatively, we only got the lectures for seven-year-olds so far and dath ilan's reasoning will seem much more understandable after a full week of lectures," Asmodia chooses to say instead.  "Irresistibly compelling, even, which I assume is why they had us sell our souls first."  Why not Sevar, though, that makes no sense.  "And Abadar's mad at us?  That sounds important."

Asmodia puts on the headband.  She's ever tapped herself with a Fox's Cunning, but there's said to be a subtle difference from the headband.  That with spellsilver to anchor a more carefully refined enchantment than a hung spell, it can be smoother, more supportive, befitting something meant to be worn forever after.

...she can't really tell the difference, in the first rush of clarity, it feels half as intense as Fox's Cunning but otherwise mostly the same.

Mostly her newfound clarity is agreeing with her prior impression that, yes, her life is a complete loss in which nothing good has happened to her, nothing good is ever going to happen to her, and all of her goals now consist of being tortured less and staying out of Hell for slightly longer.

It's definitely possible that having any prospect of anything good ever happening to her would hit a different corner of her motivational system.  Dath ilan could be on to something there.  Asmodia chooses not to say this out loud, where it would be a pathetic plea for help; if Sevar is running Detect Thoughts, which would be sensible of her, then she's welcome to the inward thought that isn't a plea for anything.

"Or, alternatively, we only got the lectures for seven-year-olds so far and dath ilan's reasoning will seem much more understandable after a full week of lectures," Asmodia chooses to say instead.  "Irresistibly compelling, even, which I assume is why they had us sell our souls first."  Why not Sevar, though, that makes no sense.  "And Abadar's mad at us?  That sounds important."