Her life was not easy. It would have been much better if she had just stayed put in her little boutique and designed clothes, but no, she had to end up getting caught in a fray that had nothing to do with her. The stupid urge to keep Inez alive had pushed her to do things that she would have normally ignored. Things she didn't care about.
They were annoying, and for someone around her age, annoying things should either be ignored or eradicated. Usually, she ignored these things, as Tracy couldn't be bothered by them, but for Inez, she had to make sure that these things would be cleaned up before they could become a hurdle in her path of staying alive.
And you could have done all of this silently, don't you think so? One of her spirits spoke to her as they watched the carnage that Tracy had wrought in the warehouse. Splinters were burning down, flames had claimed walls, and the glass windows were now melting like they were made of thin wax or paper.
