Rico's been much troubled
Of the whole matter, truth be told

She knows that afoot's much foulness
Aggrieved at injustice and Law's weakness

Walked woodenly, scowled the livelong way
Hoping that all'd work out, sword-clenchingly does pray

Much she longs for old Chippy's wisdom
Struggles, bereft of her beloved's balsam

Echoes Taladron's sigh, nods with Sirus' words
Marvels at Setsuna and her heart's birds

Still, does silent mostly keep
Grinding her teeth, resisting the urge to weep

Only a fortnight or so ago,
She'd let her wrath against the unholy flow

And now, are they but another breed of tool
A decrepit scholar's nurse-servants... Who's the fool?

HELLSTEETH.
She pauses by a tree, and there does sheath

Her madly-scratching pen, still transcribing
Notes of the encounter, for later filing

Stops. Groans. Spits. Sighs.
Scowls. Fails to look at Setsuna. Rumbles some advice,

"Lissena 'em, Hellgirl. Ye'll run yerself inta tha ground iffen ye tries wotcha wanna do... Grrrr-unnnnnnnggggghhhhh. Gorrammittall..."

But herself trails off, dripping away conviction
As she turns away, with nigh-silent lamentation

"...Law. LAW. Heh. Hrrhhnnn... Tch."