They had cut down the tree, but the roots would remain. The evil thing had been killed, but the effects of it would still live on, that itching in his brain. She almost pitied him, the poor dead thing, the monster being haunted by a similar monster. Ivy snorted at the question, shaking her head, dark hair glossy in the low light. “I know I put on a hell of a good show, but back there was a lot of trial with the fucking hope of no error. That was the first, and hopefully the last.” She swallowed down the amber liquid, teeth gritting as it burned it’s way down her throat. “Witches have plenty of reasons not to trust your kind. Unlike you, we don’t have the luxury of time. Can’t blame us for coming up with fucked up shit like that to better or chances.” In truth, the creation of the ring was an abomination, a horror she didn’t agree with, but she could understand the reasons behind it. Nothing wanted to die before it’s time. “Just curious. They should be destroyed before something with a much weaker constitution gets ahold of them.” She wasn’t volunteering, per say, it was offered more as an observation.