[The look she shoots Sync in return is equally flat.]

Luke's taking care of him. ...er, Ember. Whatever. [Alternate universes. Anise still keeps slipping up and calling him by the "wrong" name. It's driving her crazy, but whether he's Ember or whether he's Luke, she knows the other replica will take good care of Ion.] The point is, he's in good hands.

You're not looking so good, though. [She knows it's not good to feel a sort of vindictive glee about that, but as worried about him as she is - and she is worried, sort of, because the last thing she'd done on Auldrant had been watch him die and that was hard, though that had a lot to do with him sharing Ion's face - it's nice to see him taken down a few pegs, too.] Maybe you're more like him than you realize.