I don't... understand half of what you're saying, boy. ( Perhaps more so. But she's not yet fled, hand searching through her hair, massaging her temple. Exorcising the hurts of her grief. )

You sound angry. What for? You're one of us. ( Surely, if he is here, walking among the lake's witches. ) You know the rite is necessary. It'll save everyone.

( This is their work, after all. This will be their legacy. )