Alicia sits at the altar, staring into space, looking empty. The revelation that Goge Vandire was not the voice of the Emperor, but a manipulative, lying and corrupt tyrant who had schemed and deceived his way into power was a bucket of cold water on her faith. She had served his every whim and committed atrocities for him, pleased his every need. He was a fraud. That was a shock worth her entire life, which tore everything she had known until now, apart, revealing it a lie. She had no purpose. The High Lords and Custodes were discussing the fate of the Sisters. Whether they would be kept, sent away into banishment and exile, or punished for their crimes under Vandire.

You, her favorite Sister once, came down to pray. Once a Sister, who had left the Order wanting change, and she had opposed you then. You had since then become a High Lord, while she marveled at you success and felt unworthy and jealous. She now wondered whether you had truly taken the right path. You were once her favorite, but her actions had shattered your bond.

"Come down to gloat?" Alicia sounded bitter, broken, empty, a shell of what she once was.