Morana could only nod, knowing it all too well. That fear had controlled her, had driven her to the brink. And in that way, she and the girl where the same. Fear is what drove her, and the rest of the Lykke Clan to hate her so much, to want her dead. Fear made you do things you couldn't be held accountable for. That feeling still lingered in her a little, exactly why she didn't blame the girl for her actions.
"H-her l-life en-nded b-bec-cause of m-me." she said shakily, trying to hold eherself together as best she could. Her fingers still tracing the patterns on the wood, she bit her lip, trembling a little. "B-Bor-rn in t-the s-sun...d-died in th-he s-sea."
She paused, looking back at Dorian in slight confusion. "S-St-tr-rong? H-How?"