"You're right. Perhaps that comment was made in haste. We all lose our tempers sometime." She turns to the group. "However. Doesn't it seem odd that he wouldn't even try to defend himself? That he wouldn't even speak up for himself when faced with the possibility of a dagger in his back?." She pauses, for effect. "After all, it's what any human would do. We have a survival instinct, do we not? Do our inherent natures not tell us to live? Now, why would a human ignore this instinct, why would he not even attempt to explain himself when he knew he might die? And not only that, but to be masochistic enough to WANT me to lynch him? To prefer dying at my hand than for no one to die?" She narrows her eyes. "Unless, of course, he wasn't human. Unless he knew who his allies were, and was relying on them to defend him. Unless he was a monster, attempting to turn us against each other for his own gain." "Now, doesn't that seem just a bit suspicious to you?" Jacquelle sits back down.