Her laugh is cruel and high pitched. "Concerned for my welfare, priest?"

She leans forward on the bed, pulling at Joan's wrists against the cuffs. They didn't actually tie her to the bed in any meaningful way. She could use that later. For now... "The truth is, I did it because I could. So obsessed with reasons and meaning, mankind wails about it endlessly like spoilt children. You have no idea the world you miss, the true meaning, stripped from you for the sake of will and choice. God has abandoned you, too, but you never see it that way."