I don't find anything frightening about murder. I live on what shallow imitations of death this ship's inhabitants can impose on each other. Between when their eyes go dull and when they gasp through new lungs in the infirmary there is an endless black, and the fear of this is one you cannot imitate with alchemistries.

If you are a doctor of the mind you should know - even if you are an unapologetic sadist with a penchant for hallucinogens, there is always someone less sane then you. That being said, I see you've met Lady Aleera as well.