[ Compared to her earlier not-quite-laugh, this one sounds far more hollow and dangerous, as if she's holding back some great rage... with only partial success, as traces of it seem to radiate from her; a veritable aura of cruelty and death. Even if it's not aimed at Ciel directly, an ordinary person would struggle not to flee in its wake. ]

Something like that.

[ "Grudge" doesn't begin to describe it. "Obsession" would be closer, but still not enough. In her final years, hatred was her oxygen, the need to surpass the king her only reason for defying her death. As she is now, fresh from the battlefield, those feelings have had no time to settle, and they twist painfully in her gut; filling the hole left by Rhongomyniad. ]

I'll decide if you're worth remembering. [ Like an asshole, she doesn't bother to offer her own name. ] What would you call this place, if not hell? Does it have a name?