[At the memories of the Sierra Madre, Sibyll's eyes light back up with an almost fevered gleam. Her grin goes from an uncertain mask to a sharp, feral edge in a fraction of a second.]
I made a man very, very sorry he thought about trying to enslave me.
[Her desire for revenge may be her undoing, but Sibyll doesn't regret trapping Elijah in his tomb for a second. She still clearly takes pleasure out of it.]
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I made a man very, very sorry he thought about trying to enslave me.
[Her desire for revenge may be her undoing, but Sibyll doesn't regret trapping Elijah in his tomb for a second. She still clearly takes pleasure out of it.]