So, I should continue to sit on my hands because people are going to get hurt? You mean like when they buried us alive? Or when they had us eat human and turned us into wendigos? Or when Fear brought out all our fears in a fun hallucination fest?

[ she's as angry as she is upset, face twisting as tears prickle her eyes, lips trembling as she attempts to keep them pressed in a thin line instead of a deep frown. ]

People will get hurt as long as they're in this place!