Gwenaëlle tips her hand— maybe it's a matter of opinion, too, if that's what she was doing. Though she'd like to think Hakkon would agree with her and she's absolutely ready to energetically make a case for it, which is — no, not what she was doing when she fought Coupe about having done it. Too swiftly that had become a deeply personal slinging match,

but she shrugs, settles on: “I'm not an expert on it, but not that sort of spirit. Demons that we see on this side of the Fade don't look or act the same on the other side. My understanding is some of the demons that come here are spirits that are...warped, I guess, by reality. Tainted. When the lyrium sickness took hold in the Gallows — that's why you're quarantined, a rifter brought it — it affected mages and Templars, but rifters had it the worst. They were...simplified, I guess? Narrowed, like spirits. They started to fade, literally, from the world and our memories, the sicker they got.”