"He's killed lots of people, I don't know their names." Her eyes narrow as she tries to remember the ranting he'd done. "The... Chang clan? And a mountain sect. The one daozhang's friend was from."

As far as she's concerned, he killed the citizens of Yi city, too, but since it was daozhang who held the sword, that wouldn't work. She slumps, frustrated. "I don't know enough about those guys to pretend--- oh!"

Her grip tightens around the stone, and she twists her neck to look up at Alice, eyes wide. Vengeful spirit, she's just said. A-Qing doesn't know the people, but hadn't she been trapped in that cave with the spirit of vengeance, Wester? That vision, of roiling, blistering hatred she'd been lost in... She can send that. After all, she knows it works on this Xue Yang. "Okay. Let me..." Her sentence trails off early, as she chews on her lower lip and relaxes her fingers around the sending stone.

It takes her a good minute to gather every scrap of that second-hand memory of pure, unadulterated loathing, as well as the weakness of someone paralysed by fear, the pain of a mouth filled with blood and nothing else, the injuries, the exhaustion-- I pray nothing good will ever happen to you, she thinks, viciously.

The stone glows a deep, bloody red, and she slips it into the bag before she can think better of it.