It's surprisingly therapeutic. Lust doesn't think, she just breaks things. It's better than screaming into a pillow or scrubbing floors until her fingers are raw.

On the surface, she grins with a manic sort of fervor. Ralph's display only urges her on. She leaps at one of the crystal clusters herself, talons stretching to their full length. She slices cleanly through the jutting spires of glittering mineral, satisfied with the way they shatter.

She doesn't expect to keep going, however. She feels far lighter than she ought to, out here!