Paradise
Paradise, she decides, is worse even than the wastes of Oblivion. That nightmare place, torn and violent and drenched with death, was at least honest. This place feels like every home she'd never had, until she spies the daedra.
Still, with Camoran's voice, all honeyed reason, whispering in the back of her mind, she almost falters.
She breathes a sigh of relief when she finds the torture chambers. Lovely though it may look, Paradise is, at its core, rotten. Still, she feels a twinge of regret when it shakes apart around her.
She tells herself it's pity for the fallen.