Peranza opens her eyes, chained in an Asmodean temple, facing one of the newer and lesser Security set to monitor the likes of herself.

She is not as wise now not as intelligent, but she remembers who she now is -

- remembers what she did, and it's only now, in fact, that the actual thought occurs to her of what she did -

- and all the screaming horror and terror in her gets crushed down in sheer reflex, because that's what she does all the time, doesn't she, it's probably what Miyalsvor would do, there must be some perfectly reasonable reason that she made the right decision, she was smart then, it's probably because ilani don't yield to threats so that must be the right way to be -

- she has to play this out has to hope because she literally can't get any more fucked -

- she is an ilani now, for she dares now to fully grasp and use all their techniques, the minds around her are lesser ones, they do not know themselves, dare not know themselves as she knows them, the flaws in them, all the more convenient if they're reading her mind, that means they'll know that she speaks true.

"You're probably due for quite a lot of punishment, for letting me do that," Peranza says out loud.  "You do not, in fact, need to tolerate that.  It is not in fact the correct decision for you to make, to tolerate that.  Asmodeus is not something that any human being should ever serve, you have your own will, your own wants, and Civilization can make you a better offer.  Come with me, take me and Keltham from this place, and you can be a statue for a time until Civilization in this world has brought Hell to heel, as it will do.  As I know, because I dare to think, now, and use the Law your superiors are too scared to use, because they know they can't handle the real Law and the truth."

"Feel free to truthspell me about any of that, or read my mind."

Peranza opens her eyes, chained in an Asmodean temple, facing one of the newer and lesser Security set to monitor the likes of herself.

She is not as wise now not as intelligent, but she remembers who she now is -

- remembers what she did, and it's only now, in fact, that the actual thought occurs to her of what she did -

- and all the screaming horror and terror in her gets crushed down in sheer reflex, because that's what she does all the time, doesn't she, it's probably what Miyalsvor would do, there must be some perfectly reasonable reason that she made the right decision, she was smart then, it's probably because ilani don't yield to threats so that must be the right way to be -

- she has to play this out has to hope because she literally can't get any more fucked -

- she is an ilani now, for she dares now to fully grasp and use all their techniques, the minds around her are lesser ones, they do not know themselves, dare not know themselves as she knows them, the flaws in them, all the more convenient if they're reading her mind, that means they'll know that she speaks true.

"You're probably due for quite a lot of punishment, for letting me do that," Peranza says out loud.  "You do not, in fact, need to tolerate that.  It is not in fact the correct decision for you to make, to tolerate that.  Asmodeus is not something that any human being should ever serve, you have your own will, your own wants, and Civilization can make you a better offer.  You, anyone who's listening.  Come with me, take me and Keltham from this place, and after a long life filled with beauty and all the humanity that was denied you, you can be a statue for a time.  Until Civilization in this world has brought Hell to heel, as it will do.  As I know, because I dare to think, now, and use the Law your superiors are too scared to use, because they know they can't handle the real Law and the truth."

"Feel free to truthspell me about any of that, or read my mind."

Peranza opens her eyes, chained in an Asmodean temple, facing one of the newer and lesser Security set to monitor the likes of herself.

She is not as wise now not as intelligent, but she remembers who she now is -

- remembers what she did, and it's only now, in fact, that the actual thought occurs to her of what she did -

- and all the screaming horror and terror in her gets crushed down in sheer reflex, because that's what she does all the time, doesn't she, it's probably what Miyalsvor would do, there must be some perfectly reasonable reason that she made the right decision, she was smart then, it's probably because ilani don't yield to threats so that must be the right way to be -

- she has to play this out has to hope because she literally can't get any more fucked -

- but she is an ilani now, for she dares now to grasp and use their techniques.  The minds around her are lesser ones, they do not know themselves, dare not know themselves as she knows them, the flaws in them, all the more convenient if they're reading her mind, that means they'll know that she speaks true.

"You're probably due for quite a lot of punishment, for letting me do that," Peranza says out loud.  "You do not, in fact, need to let them hurt you.  It is not in fact the correct decision for you, to tolerate that.  Asmodeus is not something that any human being should ever serve, you have your own will, your own wants, and Civilization can make you a better offer.  You, anyone who's listening.  Come with me, take me and Keltham from this place, and after a long life filled with beauty and all the humanity that was denied you, you can be a statue for a time.  Until Civilization in this world has brought Hell to heel, as it will do.  As I know, because I dare to think, now, and use the Law your superiors are too scared to use, because they know they can't handle the real Law and the truth."

"Feel free to truthspell me about any of that, or read my mind."

Peranza opens her eyes, chained in an Asmodean temple, facing one of the newer and lesser Security set to monitor the likes of herself.

She is not as wise now not as intelligent, but she remembers who she now is -

- remembers what she did, and it's only now, in fact, that the actual thought occurs to her of what she did -

- and all the screaming horror and terror in her gets crushed down in sheer reflex, because that's what she does all the time -

- it's probably what Miyalsvor would do, there must be some perfectly reasonable reason that she made the right decision, she was smart then, it's probably because ilani don't yield to threats so that must be the right way to be -

- she has to play this out has to hope because she literally can't get any more fucked -

- but she is an ilani now, for she dares now to grasp and use their techniques.  The minds around her are lesser ones, they do not know themselves, dare not know themselves as she knows them, the flaws in them, all the more convenient if they're reading her mind, that means they'll know that she speaks true.

"You're probably due for quite a lot of punishment, for letting me do that," Peranza says out loud.  "You do not, in fact, need to let them hurt you.  It is not in fact the correct decision for you, to tolerate that.  Asmodeus is not something that any human being should ever serve, you have your own will, your own wants, and Civilization can make you a better offer.  You, anyone who's listening.  Come with me, take me and Keltham from this place, and after a long life filled with beauty and all the humanity that was denied you, you can be a statue for a time.  Until Civilization in this world has brought Hell to heel, as it will do.  As I know, because I dare to think, now, and use the Law your superiors are too scared to use, because they know they can't handle the real Law and the truth."

"Feel free to truthspell me about any of that, or read my mind."

Peranza opens her eyes, chained in an Asmodean temple, facing one of the newer and lesser Security set to monitor the likes of herself.

She is not as wise now not as intelligent, but she remembers who she now is -

- remembers what she did, and it's only now, in fact, that the actual thought occurs to her of what she did -

- and all the screaming horror and terror in her gets crushed down in sheer reflex, because that's what she does all the time -

- it's probably what Miyalsvor would do, there must be some perfectly reasonable reason that she made the right decision, she was smart then, it's probably because ilani don't yield to threats so that must be the right way to be -

- she has to play this out has to hope because she literally can't get any more fucked -

- but she is an ilani now, for she dares now to grasp and use their techniques.  The minds around her are lesser ones, they do not know themselves, dare not know themselves as she knows them, the flaws in them, all the more convenient if they're reading her mind, that means they'll know that she speaks true.

"You're probably due for quite a lot of punishment, for letting me do that," Peranza says out loud.  "You do not, in fact, need to let them hurt you.  It is not in fact the correct decision for you, to tolerate that.  Asmodeus is not something that any human being should ever serve, you have your own will, your own wants, and Civilization can make you a better offer.  You, anyone who's listening.  Come with me, take me and Keltham from this place, and after a long life filled with beauty and all the humanity that was denied you, you can be a statue for a time.  Until Civilization in this world has brought Hell to heel, as it will do.  As I know, because I dare to think, now, and use the Law your superiors are too scared to use, because they know they can't handle the truth."

"Feel free to truthspell me about any of that, or read my mind."

Peranza opens her eyes, chained in an Asmodean temple, facing one of the newer and lesser Security set to monitor the likes of herself.

She is not as wise now not as intelligent, but she remembers who she now is -

- remembers what she did, and it's only now, in fact, that the actual thought occurs to her of what she did -

- and all the screaming horror and terror in her gets crushed down in sheer reflex, because that's what she does all the time -

- it's probably what Miyalsvor would do, there must be some perfectly reasonable reason that she made the right decision, she was smart then, it's probably because ilani don't yield to threats so that must be the right way to be -

- she has to play this out has to hope because she literally can't get any more fucked -

- but she is an ilani now, for she dares now to grasp and use their techniques.  The minds around her are lesser ones, they do not know themselves, dare not know themselves as she knows them, the flaws in them, all the more convenient if they're reading her mind, that means they'll know that she speaks true.

She looks at the Security before her and reasons in a flash, because there's no time and maybe no safety in reasoning in more detail than that; she guesses, from the absence of terrorizing in his demeanor that would be present if this one was here to terrorize her and hadn't recently screwed up, that this one is the one who screwed up.  It's not a certainty, but an ilani thinks in probabilities even when they're not thinking in numbers -

"You're probably due for quite a lot of punishment, for letting me do that," Peranza says out loud.  "You do not, in fact, need to let them hurt you.  It is not in fact the correct decision for you, to tolerate that.  Asmodeus is not something that any human being should ever serve, you have your own will, your own wants, and Civilization can make you a better offer.  You, anyone who's listening.  Come with me, take me and Keltham from this place, and after a long life filled with beauty and all the humanity that was denied you, you can be a statue for a time.  Until Civilization in this world has brought Hell to heel, as it will do.  As I know, because I dare to think, now, and use the Law your superiors are too scared to use, because they know they can't handle the truth."

"Feel free to truthspell me about any of that, or read my mind."

Peranza opens her eyes, chained in an Asmodean temple, facing one of the newer and lesser Security set to monitor the likes of herself.

She is not as wise now not as intelligent, but she remembers who she now is -

- remembers what she did, and it's only now, in fact, that the actual thought occurs to her of what she did -

- and all the screaming horror and terror in her gets crushed down in sheer reflex, because that's what she does all the time -

- it's probably what Miyalsvor would do, there must be some perfectly reasonable reason that she made the right decision, she was smart then, it's probably because ilani don't yield to threats so that must be the right way to be -

- she has to play this out has to hope because she literally can't get any more fucked -

- but she is an ilani, now, who dares to grasp and use their techniques.  The minds around her are lesser ones, they do not know themselves, dare not know themselves as she knows them, the flaws in them, all the more convenient if they're reading her mind, that means they'll know that she speaks true.

She looks at the Security before her and reasons in a flash, because there's no time and maybe no safety in reasoning in more detail than that; she guesses, from the absence of terrorizing in his demeanor that would be present if this one was here to terrorize her and hadn't recently screwed up, that this one is the one who screwed up.  It's not a certainty, but an ilani thinks in probabilities even when they're not thinking in numbers -

"You're probably due for quite a lot of punishment, for letting me do that," Peranza says out loud.  "You do not, in fact, need to let them hurt you.  It is not in fact the correct decision for you, to tolerate that.  Asmodeus is not something that any human being should ever serve, you have your own will, your own wants, and Civilization can make you a better offer.  You, anyone who's listening.  Come with me, take me and Keltham from this place, and after a long life filled with beauty and all the humanity that was denied you, you can be a statue for a time.  Until Civilization in this world has brought Hell to heel, as it will do.  As I know, because I dare to think, now, and use the Law your superiors are too scared to use, because they know they can't handle the truth."

"Feel free to truthspell me about any of that, or read my mind."

Peranza opens her eyes, chained in an Asmodean temple, facing one of the newer and lesser Security set to monitor the likes of herself.

She is not as wise now not as intelligent, but she remembers who she now is -

- remembers what she did, and it's only now, in fact, that the actual thought occurs to her of what she did -

- and all the screaming horror and terror in her gets crushed down in sheer reflex, because that's what she does all the time -

- it's probably what Miyalsvor would do, there must be some perfectly reasonable reason that she made the right decision, she was smart then, it's probably because ilani don't yield to threats so that must be the right way to be -

- what's done is done she has to play this out has to hope because she literally can't get any more fucked -

- but she is an ilani, now, who dares to grasp and use their techniques.  The minds around her are lesser ones, they do not know themselves, dare not know themselves as she knows them, the flaws in them, all the more convenient if they're reading her mind, that means they'll know that she speaks true.

She looks at the Security before her and reasons in a flash, because there's no time and maybe no safety in reasoning in more detail than that; she guesses, from the absence of terrorizing in his demeanor that would be present if this one was here to terrorize her and hadn't recently screwed up, that this one is the one who screwed up.  It's not a certainty, but an ilani thinks in probabilities even when they're not thinking in numbers -

"You're probably due for quite a lot of punishment, for letting me do that," Peranza says out loud.  "You do not, in fact, need to let them hurt you.  It is not in fact the correct decision for you, to tolerate that.  Asmodeus is not something that any human being should ever serve, you have your own will, your own wants, and Civilization can make you a better offer.  You, anyone who's listening.  Come with me, take me and Keltham from this place, and after a long life filled with beauty and all the humanity that was denied you, you can be a statue for a time.  Until Civilization in this world has brought Hell to heel, as it will do.  As I know, because I dare to think, now, and use the Law your superiors are too scared to use, because they know they can't handle the truth."

"Feel free to truthspell me about any of that, or read my mind."

Peranza opens her eyes, chained in an Asmodean temple, facing one of the newer and lesser Security set to monitor the likes of herself.

She is not as wise now not as intelligent, but she remembers who she now is -

- remembers what she did, and it's only now, in fact, that the actual thought occurs to her of what she did -

- and all the screaming horror and terror in her gets crushed down in sheer reflex, because that's what she does all the time -

- it's probably what Miyalsvor would do, there must be some perfectly reasonable reason that she made the right decision, she was smart then, it's probably because ilani don't yield to threats so that must be the right way to be -

- what's done is done she has to play this out has to hope because she literally can't get any more fucked -

- but she is an ilani, now, who dares to grasp and use their techniques.  The minds around her are lesser ones, they do not know themselves, dare not know themselves as she knows them, the flaws in them.  If a Keeper can talk their way out of a prison door held by an ilani, an ilani should be able to do it against a Golarionite.  But if they're reading her - no, all the more convenient if they're reading her mind, that means they'll know that she speaks true.

She looks at the Security before her and reasons in a flash, because there's no time and maybe no safety in reasoning in more detail than that; she guesses, from the absence of terrorizing in his demeanor that would be present if this one was here to terrorize her and hadn't recently screwed up, that this one is the one who screwed up.  It's not a certainty, but an ilani thinks in probabilities even when they're not thinking in numbers -

"You're probably due for quite a lot of punishment, for letting me do that," Peranza says out loud.  "You do not, in fact, need to let them hurt you.  It is not in fact the correct decision for you, to tolerate that.  Asmodeus is not something that any human being should ever serve, you have your own will, your own wants, and Civilization can make you a better offer.  You, anyone who's listening.  Come with me, take me and Keltham from this place, and after a long life filled with beauty and all the humanity that was denied you, you can be a statue for a time.  Until Civilization in this world has brought Hell to heel, as it will do.  As I know, because I dare to think, now, and use the Law your superiors are too scared to use, because they know they can't handle the truth."

"Feel free to truthspell me about any of that, or read my mind."

Peranza opens her eyes, chained in an Asmodean temple, facing one of the newer and lesser Security set to monitor the likes of herself.

She is not as wise now not as intelligent, but she remembers who she now is -

- remembers what she did, and it's only now, in fact, that the actual thought occurs to her of what she did -

- and all the screaming horror and terror in her gets crushed down in sheer reflex, because that's what she does all the time -

- it's probably what Miyalsvor would do, there must be some perfectly reasonable reason that she made the right decision, she was smart then, it's probably because ilani don't yield to threats so that must be the right way to be -

- what's done is done she has to play this out has to hope because she literally can't get any more fucked -

- but she is an ilani, now, who dares to grasp and use their techniques.  The minds around her are lesser ones, they do not know themselves, dare not know themselves as she knows them, the flaws in them.  All the more convenient if they're reading her mind, that means they'll know that she speaks true.

She looks at the Security before her and reasons in a flash, because there's no time and maybe no safety in reasoning in more detail than that; she guesses, from the absence of terrorizing in his demeanor that would be present if this one was here to terrorize her and hadn't recently screwed up, that this one is the one who screwed up.  It's not a certainty, but an ilani thinks in probabilities even when they're not thinking in numbers -

"You're probably due for quite a lot of punishment, for letting me do that," Peranza says out loud.  "You do not, in fact, need to let them hurt you.  It is not in fact the correct decision for you, to tolerate that.  Asmodeus is not something that any human being should ever serve, you have your own will, your own wants, and Civilization can make you a better offer.  You, anyone who's listening.  Come with me, take me and Keltham from this place, and after a long life filled with beauty and all the humanity that was denied you, you can be a statue for a time.  Until Civilization in this world has brought Hell to heel, as it will do.  As I know, because I dare to think, now, and use the Law your superiors are too scared to use, because they know they can't handle the truth."

"Feel free to truthspell me about any of that, or read my mind."