Despite swearing to herself that she would have some form of plan, Lust found herself faced with the same quandary she faced every night. No set destination, no companion, and no sense of purpose.

The rage that had been fueling her since losing Scar had faded, and once more she was without direction. It was an unpleasant way to be, and the former sin didn't know how much longer she could go on like this. Why was it suddenly so difficult to gain allies? Those she'd felt she had a strong alliance with were either gone or fading away in one sense of the word or the other.

It was...distressing. Well, this was the night. It wasn't for fretting or worrying or regretting. It was the only time she could get anything done. And if she had to do so by herself, so be it.

Head held high, Lust strode into the hallway to face the night.