A worthy sacrifice...? Her stomach twists at the unfamiliar name. "Who is that?" she asks, her arms wrapped around her tightly to suppress a shudder. Not any God she's ever heard of, in her world or otherwise.

She watches as the witch seems to taunt Jeff, laying bare his proclivities as if to goad Adia into adding to the litany of sins. The fact that he wants to kill her is not entirely surprising. What is surprising is Jeff's reaction. This is not the posture of a man who is proud of what he's done.

It's only a bit of hope -- foolish hope at that -- but it's all she has.

"I don't hate him," she counters. "I'm scared a-and... and hurt, b-but..." She watches Jeff, ignoring for a moment the way Sara looms over him. "You could have killed me, but you didn't," she tells him in a broken whisper. "You showed me kindness instead. I choose to believe that was you, as much as the rest of you."