You're like a Menstrual Cyclist

Nemesis felt her brows furrow. She had never taken thought of sending another's spirit to anyone, as a matter of fact. This religion was all new to her, she had never practiced Greek herself but instantly felt bad. Now that she took her place in Blackfeather, she knew she was to follow through with not but the rules but the beliefs. If she had done the wrong thing, not giving the souls she silenced to Sithis, she would correct herself. From now on, she would part her ways properly with the innocent dead. But when she would eventually silence that dimwitted wolf she used to call her Alpha, she would not release his soul to anyone or anything. He would suffer, his soul roaming the dark lands to find no peace. 

"Will they find peace, in the Void? Some dead don't deserve to go on to whatever safe haven they can find" She said, not in a rude tone. She was curious, simply.