Philotes grunted, "We'll see about that," she said brooding. She had at least tried.
She glanced at Phobetor. She should have suggested some mental torture, but no she hadn't thought of it before.
She kept her eyes to the floor for a while, merely listening and not caring much for how her siblings exacted their revenge. She didn't protest and she wouldn't stop them, but she also wouldn't join them.