Though she expected something roughly on par with this, Soldat is too kind for less, it hits hard. Hardly feels like her place to judge as much, anymore. There's the dim, terrifying possibility it is earned. Punishment inherent to unholiness. Risking pride to imagine much more. Her mouth opens, shuts, and she sets about blowing into her mug more to occupy herself than to cool it faster.

"That's life, isn't it? People are dealt some real shitty hands sometimes. You find silver linings." A glance up, implication there being quite obvious.