"Are you sure this is a good idea?" the Hunter asked, stepping forward slowly. His voice held less anger now, more hesitation. "What if she is someone evil, what if she deserves that?" There was a roughness in his tone, as though he wasn't entirely convinced of his own words.
Ludwig didn't meet his gaze. His eyes remained on the next stake, fingers already brushing the charred flesh around it. "I think that death," he said slowly, almost thoughtfully, "is a far easier punishment for evildoers. This…" his voice dipped low, almost reverent in its disdain, "this is a cage built for something far more complicated. The only people who receive treatments like these are either baleful demons, or unjustly treated souls."
He paused, knuckles tightening ever so slightly. "And so far, I've yet to see anything demonic from her."
