There's probably variant text
From Fallen London Wiki
Third paragraph looks to vary with something:
She extends one long arm, taking in the sweep on the ruined Lower Sancta and all the Neathy unfolding below in False-Star limned splendour. "I imagine you have some practise there."
Fourth paragraph with counterfeit emotions:
You feel light as a feather, your alchemical coating protecting you from fear, doubt, exhilaration. Loss, shame and pain will burn away when you enter the pools. But not you, not you.