Someone like her would do such a thing. Mercury had fought her friends bitterly, in every sense of the word. She had taken the life of the one she'd thought was her most important of all. She had reveled in darkness and cruelty.

A cold woman, to say the least. A woman who lacks feeling. She should realize by now what-and who- it is she's serving.

"A strong man," she observes. She's always admired power, if admire is the right word. She's always wanted it for herself. "So who do you say he's serving?"