"Gods?" Marian asked, to check they were on the same page, picking at the label on her drink and then nodding slowly. "It's a option. But... how do we even find out who could do something? Plenty of gods could kill him but... I mean, killing him just means him coming back over and over. I don't know if there's anyone out there who can keep him from coming back after us." Marian did not want to end up in some sort of corrective rape dungeon because they'd all made the wrong choices.
Marian made a heavy sigh, a decisive sigh, and then looked up at Will seriously. "I'm building it," she said, and her tone suggested that she wouldn't be talked out of this. "And maybe it sits there unused we don't ever need it, maybe we find some better way, some way that doesn't-" She closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled, before opening them again. "A way that doesn't blacken something inside us. But," she said seriously, voice quieter, "if it comes down to him forcing my hand, I'll do what I have to do. I can be warden if I means we're all safe."