Creeds and their rules. Elektra folded an arm behind her head, her inky hair hiding the way her fingers folded into a fist. "What happens if you do? A dozen lashes as punishment? Death to the one who can identify you?" She was spitballing, indifferent as to the truth.
Or at least telling herself she was. If nothing mattered and other people were irrelevant, then this place, her time here - it was all meaningless. She could do as she pleased or nothing at all and it was all the same.