We gave you chances. To surrender, to flee, to beg for mercy, and you chose none.

[The mirror flies in a circle around her.]

Now, then, shall I roast you? Or freeze you? Or cast your soul to the depths of my mother's domain?

[But her eyes flick up to those swords. The twin swords, the red cape... It's all too familiar. The lieutenant who fought through Tamamo's armies, who sided with Nero... Oh, how it burns her.]

Or perhaps... Shall I get some useful information out of you? The fake of a fake.