Ahnasha's eyes narrowed, making her appear somewhat cross with Fendros. She paused, taking on a more severe expression. "Seriously, Fendros? Are you really going to try to compare what happened in there to what happened to me? I went through a waking vivisection. That man tore open my body like a butchered deer, under the 'care' of mages to make sure I stayed alive, but could still feel everything. That man was a sadistic torturer who was in it just as much for his own pleasure as he was our information. Me? I put a knife in her hand, and I didn't even leave it in that long. Then, I brought in Sabine to heal her right back up. When I was tortured, I was in periodic, terrible pain for weeks, and I still get sharp pains occasionally. Years later. That girl isn't even in pain anymore, and she'll be left with little more than a scar."

Crossing her arms, Ahnasha was intent on standing her ground. "How could you even begin to compare those two? I did nothing permanent to her, and I assure you, I took no pleasure in it. It offends me that you would compare me to him."