I don't. I mentioned not fucking with that shit. I was born under the wrong star to do it if I wanted to, so don't get nervous on me. But it's done.

[ Wake is suddenly very, very fucking tired. Heavy. Doesn't stoop so low, quite, as to slump against the wall of the lift, but -- braces herself, subtly as she can.

Fuck, will it all end. ]

The wizards love to put words around it, but it's murder. Killing to grant themselves power to go out and kill, amen.