She hated how nervous her tone sounded in her own ears. Much of her life had been spent in a position of power that she had grown quite used to. Being outnumbered and practically powerless robbed her of the bit of confidence she once possessed. If they chose to, any one of the souls gathered could force her to answer for her crimes. She knew that Wood was sure to be the first to volunteer. Clearing her throat and remembering who she was, she interjected more strength and self-assurance in her next words.