Being on the other end of the restraints made her rethink some of the actions in her past. If she was forced back into her old life by her husband, she wasn't sure she would have the stomach to kill again. Her exact number was unknown, just how she wanted it. Putting a name and face to every life she snuffed out was a nauseating prospect. She didn't know how others did it. There were particular names that she would never forget for varying reasons, of course, but she never strived to uncover them all. Some of them she regretted, like Oliver Wood. Others, she would commit again in a heartbeat. And still others she would recreate and make longer and more painful than the first time.