Aspexia Rugatonn is aware that she has performed suboptimally.  It happens to her.  More often than ten years ago; she is getting old.

She ought to be happy, overjoyed, that there is now more of a prospect of being welcomed into her Lord's embrace without that proving utterly catastrophic for her Lord's interests.

If she'd found Asmodia thirty years earlier, she probably would have been overjoyed.

Now it's like finishing some long-awaited work of revenge on somebody you really really wanted to torture to death thirty years ago, and while they're finally screaming their last, all you can think about is how much you wish you'd gotten this when you first wanted it, and how much the exact way you got it wasn't the way you always dreamed of.

Aspexia Rugatonn is aware that she has performed suboptimally.  It happens to her.  More often than ten years ago; she is getting old.

She ought to be happy, overjoyed, that there is now more of a prospect of being welcomed into her Lord's embrace without that proving utterly catastrophic for her Lord's interests.

If she'd found Asmodia thirty years earlier, she probably would have been overjoyed.

Now it's like finishing some long-awaited work of revenge on somebody you really really wanted to torture to death thirty years ago, and while they're finally screaming their last, all you can think about is how much you wish you'd gotten this when you first wanted it, and how much the way you got it wasn't the exact way you spent thirty years dreaming of.

Aspexia Rugatonn is aware that she has performed suboptimally.  It happens to her.  More often than ten years ago; she is getting old.

She ought to be happy, overjoyed, that there is now more of a prospect of being welcomed into her Lord's embrace without that proving utterly catastrophic for her Lord's interests.

If she'd found Asmodia thirty years earlier, she probably would have been exultant.

Now it's like finishing some long-awaited work of revenge on somebody you really really wanted to torture to death thirty years ago, and while they're finally screaming their last, all you can think about is how much you wish you'd gotten this when you first wanted it, and how much the way you got it wasn't the exact way you spent thirty years dreaming of.

Aspexia Rugatonn is aware that she has performed suboptimally.  It happens to her.  More often than ten years ago; she is getting old.

She ought to be happy, overjoyed, that there is now more of a prospect of being welcomed into her Lord's embrace without that proving utterly catastrophic for her Lord's interests.

If she'd found Asmodia thirty years earlier, she would have exulted.

Now it's like finishing some long-awaited work of revenge on somebody you really really wanted to torture to death thirty years ago, and while they're finally screaming their last, all you can think about is how much you wish you'd gotten this when you first wanted it, and how much the way you got it wasn't the exact way you spent thirty years dreaming of.