There are moments when she can almost pretend that this is all just another strange interlude in a series of weird adventures, moments when she can pretend that she really does believe she'll find a way out of this. She's not an idiot, though. She knows that 'finding a way out,' for her and her friends, usually means going on the attack...and so, this is not one of those moments.

Asmodia nods, sniffs, and raises a hand to wipe at her nose. She's not crying, and she's not about to cry, nope. "I've lived with worse," she says, frustrated to hear how unsteady her voice suddenly is. She's not going to do this. She's not going to get emotional about it.