Correct.

[She sneers, and the sword is lighter. Of course it is. It's made for a wizard - and a wizard twists everything until it's all exactly to her desire. It might not be real. She might not care.

The words that this woman says are blurry, she can't quite make sense of them, but they erase any doubts from her mind. She's going to kill her, or she's going to die. Either way, what bliss.

She raises the sword - it's a focus, and it lights up and catches fire. Or rather, tendrils of flame circle it, but never touch it, as if it's calling for them. A focus. It's been so long since she's had a focus.] I am a wizard. The greatest of all time.

I've always wondered how it would feel to kill this disgusting plague of a world - all that fear all that pain as all of them get wiped away in an instant. Isn't that just the most beautiful thing you could think of? Oh, I'm just giddy with excitement at getting the opportunity. [She's not a swordfighter, but in the dream it doesn't matter, because she enters a duelist stance anyway, the fire waiting on her call.] Come on then.

Take your revenge. I only destroyed it all on a whim. [It's a lie. She wants it to be over. After this, surely the war can end.]