What do you even say to that. 

...Melody takes the route of cowardice, and just translates it to Vanyel and Savil. 

"We would absolutely take precautions against letting you do that! You know a lot of sensitive information now that we don't want Asmodeus knowing and also you're - a person - and we don't want you to get tortured in Hell after you die! ...I wonder if there's any way the Star-Eyed Goddess would consider, er, trading you to - I don't know, Iomedae or someone, that would get you an afterlife and you wouldn't be tortured?" 

She has no information about that and doesn't have to answer and the only thing she can think of saying is 'fuck you people, Good is the most cowardly brutal nightmarish controlling ideology imaginable and I wish Asmodeus did want to go to war with you, because the extermination of you and everyone who thinks like you is the only way the world could ever be a safe place for decent people who just want to live their lives', which seems like an ill-advised thing to say. 

...Wow. That's incredibly upsetting to be listening in on. 

Melody does not translate it. She feels like she needs to do some processing about it first, which she absolutely isn't going to do right here in front of the prisoner, and - she's not sure it would be good for Vanyel to tell him at all, though she probably has to. 

She waits awkwardly for them to come up with their next question. 

Savil sighs. 

"Do you think Leareth's organization is likely to try to rescue him from here as well?" 

"I don't know," says Carissa flatly. She is done trying to be cooperative.

Vanyel doesn't know what he managed to screw up, here, but he clearly said the wrong thing and now this is going to be a mess. 

"What did you observe of their rescue attempts in Iftel - what resources were they putting into that?" 

"I observed three of their camouflaged soldiers canvassing with a captured Chelish prisoner."

"A Chelish prisoner - from your party, yes? Why were you separated?" 

"Yes. We sent him out to get food."

"For Leareth? Your people have magic that lets you go without food, right?" 

"Yes."

Vanyel exchanges a look with Savil. 

:- I upset her and now she's angry with us and doesn't want to be helpful: On reflection, maybe it should have been predictable that talking about basically selling her to the god whose entire mission is fighting her former god wasn't going to come across as friendly or reassuring. 

Savil sighs. 

"I think that's all for now. ...Melody, would you mind figuring out how to let her cast spells one-off, with the set-command? We're going to want to see some of the spells, I think. And it'd be good if she could do the healing thing." 

Melody sighs. "All right. I can do that." 

"We might have to come ask you more things if we do, er, hear from Cheliax," Vanyel says tightly. "If your translation spell's worn out them we can use Mindspeech." 

He leaves before he can lose control of his face and look visibly upset in front of her; that wouldn't help anything. 

Melody drags over a chair. 

"Sorry, this is going to feel odd." 

She'd like to see them try to make her use her spells. 

She doesn't respond to Melody.

Melody gets to work. 

It takes her a while, and it does feel very odd - Melody's Gift makes the room feel soft around the edges, like reality is very slightly melting. 

Eventually she sits back in her chair. "Done. You can heal yourself if you want." 

Nope. Then they'd get to see her use her spells, which is not happening. 

Sigh.

"I can't, actually. I'm not mage-gifted - I wouldn't see anything except the effect, and I'm not a regular Healer so I wouldn't learn much. The others aren't here to watch." 

Carissa was born yesterday and additionally has brain damage and so she automatically believes whatever her interrogators tell her. 

"Suit yourself, I guess." 

Melody sits in silence for thirty seconds - that much Mindhealing is tiring, she's not in the mood to stand up just yet - and then clears her throat. "...You're not just angry that they were throwing around the idea of trading you off to Asmodeus' enemy, were you. You're... You wanted Hell. I'm - not sure I fully understand why - but it seems important and I think I should try to." 

If one has not had all of their capacity for reason eaten by Goodness it is actually pretty obvious why using mind-control to force someone to think about under what circumstances they'd betray the Star-Eyed, thereby making it pretty much impossible for them to win her loyalty test, would be upsetting. It is also pretty obvious why  'by virtue of being a person at all, Good has absolute ownership over you forever which you cannot opt out of, and Good's top priority with this ownership is not letting you continue existing if this involves suffering' would be upsetting.

However, everyone here has had all of their capacity for reason eaten by Goodness and will just go around harming everybody as much as is literally thinkable and then explaining that it is because they are PEOPLE and so Good OWNS THEM and believing that this is a very admirable way to be. And then they'll die and stop existing and they almost fucking deserve it.

At least Asmodeus is straightforward about owning people because He can arrange to inherit their souls and does not claim that it is INHERENT TO BEING A PERSON that He owns them forever.

"- Oh. I see. I'm...sorry, about - forcing you to think about it, in that situation. I hadn't been... I guess this whole 'belonging to a god' thing is kind of an alien concept to us, here in Valdemar - I was worried about the strategic ramifications if you had an escape plan, it didn't even occur to me that you'd...expect the Star-Eyed to hold it against you?"

She scowls. "Wish I could promise you She wouldn't, but I don't know. We should probably talk to Moondance. Figure out what he thinks this 'agreement' involves. I wouldn't've assumed it meant you owed Her anything, but - like I said, not something I've thought about much."