Like Lydia needs another reason to be hated by the ignorant, she thinks to herself. Not that, she supposes, she's actually a banshee anymore. She hasn't heard any of the voices and it's been quiet since she got here two weeks ago. Maybe she just isn't a banshee. Maybe she never was.

"It's easier to think twenty moves ahead when there's a limited array of things that the other people can choose to do for each of them and you already know what all of those choices, fundamentally, are though..." Lydia points out, frowning slightly.

Which isn't to say it isn't possible. It is; she's a genius, she knows that if she really stops and thinks and gives herself time to make mistakes in the thought process, she can figure out this game of cat and mouse and turn it around in their favor. It's just that, "this is just...so daunting, you know?" she asks.