Wyn swallowed as the knife was dragged across his skin and her eyes narrowed, sharpness entering her gaze. What gave immortals the right to be so superior? Yes she was terrified of dying, she was mortal after all! But she wanted to get better and make the world a better place for people like her, though she couldn't say that, anger, nerves and her own clumsy tongue preventing her. In a few moment she shook her head, standing "Wil-will you k-keep on te-teaching me, or k-keep tal-talking of my weak-weaknesses? Y-you're wrong. I wan-want to m-make the world b-better, be be-better, ev-even if I-I'm sc-scared, ev-even if it'll ge-get me k-killed." she stated, naked terror crossing her face at the thought of being burned at the stake. She frowned, deep in thought a moment "If I do-don't f-fight f-for my li-life, no-noone will." she added, looking unhappy and tired, it was still sickening to kill, even when she had too, still terrifying to be tossed into the place and have no idea of what to do, or where to turn. But it was for her to learn to be strong, she just didn't want to give up who she was, both her human and ghost side, but she didn't tell Anansi that, he really wouldn't care.