"Venatori control everything south of the Imperium. Blight takes what famine and tyranny do not. The Inquisition dies in the Deep Roads."

A matter of fact recollection, because that’s what they are: Facts. She’s already written the reports, recounted it often enough to inure. After a month in that place, there’s no shock left to the telling,

(Not to these pieces, broad and impersonal and strained of that which can wound her own tongue.)

"We have recovered intelligence. It is actionable — I cannot say whether it shall be enough. But to give in to despair is to lose this war before it has begun."

It already has.