[ Her mouth opens to counter everything. There's no harm in "doing!" She doesn't care how it'll end! What's her demonhood have to do with anything...?!

Ultimately, it shuts again, her expression getting slightly petulant. She'll settle for showing some bravado. ]

I don't care how many times I'd die. It'd be worth it to show him even one drop of how much I hate him.

[ What's another ten deaths or so? She's managed ending up in the double digits well so far! ]

And I'm not crying. [ Yeah, sure. ] This month's just been extra bad.

[ Finally, she keeps her gaze locked on him. The nearer he gets, the more her heart pounds. ]

I wish I knew a way I could... [ Are the guards near enough to hear? She should probably be way more subtle about this than she has been with her Mammon hatred. ] ...help Hell be better. Then I wouldn't keep losing the people I love.