The laugh is bitter and tired. "Call me Legion, because there is many of us. But the core stays here, freezing among the betrayers. There, you can see Judas. There, Ephialtes." The chains rattle as she points to frozen sinners. Her fingers, toes and lips are blue and purple with the cold.

"There was I time when I was flame, now my fire is used to burn petty sinners." She shifts position, stretching legs a bit, the chains being way too short to allow any kind of comfortable postion on the cold stone slab.