It's a victory, but it doesn't feel like one.

Joscelin has gotten what he wanted: he's drawn blood. He can keep twisting the knife, but he finds there's less sport in it than he thought there would be.

So instead he finds himself saying something he normally wouldn't. "People are weak and fallible. They will invariably disappoint you." He sounds surprisingly bitter. "Don't put too much stock in them, or their promises."