Make everyone...? ( A shake of her head, quiet and turbulent, violent. ) No. No, it's her. All her. She's... she's killing them. And raising the dead after. And she calls them to her, and...

( And she can't speak for a heartbeat, wrecked by a sob, by its momentous and heart-shattering implications. By everything the Huntress has wrought upon the woman in white and her village of Yancai. )

If we do this, maybe we don't stop her. I know that. But we don't let her do what she wants in full. ( And it does a vengeful heart good to know so. )