Ashya sighed, leaning back. "Fortunate indeed," she added, sarcasm evident in her tone - evident to anyone else other than a tranquil, at least. Constans' submission was depressing, although he seemed content enough. But the Rite was wrong...horribly wrong.
Was it better than death? She wasn't sure. At least one survived, but without emotions...she shook her head. Was it worth it? "But you can't even...you can't even love your brother anymore," she said, her voice almost pleading. She wasn't sure what point she was trying to make. Did she want Constans to harbor resentment for something that was beyond repair?