[There he is. Andrew doesn't seem ready to launch into graveyard-breaking violence or even primed to react much at all.

Though it seems she can't completely suppress her emotional reaction. After looking at him for a long enough second, letting it sink in that he has, in fact, followed her to hell despite it all, she

laughs. It's cold and cruel. She's pleased he's here, if not happy to see him.]

What a despicable man you are, Mister Hickey. Stabbing a dying child in the back. It was smart to use a cloak I couldn't get you through. Did you try to set up Yoru or Hwylryn?