Fear. It all feels like fear as she's sitting there, trying hard to start crying again. She makes herself breathe, though, and listens to what he says. She is one of them. She is a witch who has to belong to Circle Midnight. There is no place for someone like her in Daybreak, even if she sometimes wishes there was.

"Yes." It's terrifying to admit that, but it's true. She has decided, has committed. They need a safe place, they need a public coven, and they need someone willing to stand as a lightning rod. She has enough social prominence to make herself the leader of this. "It is."

She lets out a breath as she says it. There's no way around it. All she has is this goal. Is this desire.

"I have to do it."