Morana tried her best to get her head around what Dorian was trying to explain, but the whole image about falling off of edges wasn't that pleasant to think on. That girl had fell, and she herself might have jumped over due to the goading of the group of children. However, the more she thought about it, even though tears were welling up in her eyes, something was registering in the back of her mind.
Perhaps it was just the way it fitted. Or maybe she was looking too much into it. Still, that girl had been driven to the point where she seemed to hold so much hate for Morana, and what she was...she drove herself to her own edge? Well, she was really unsure of it herself, but if that was the end result of giving into fear, anger and bitterness, Morana never wanted to get to that stage.
But...did she had the strength to pull herself back from oblivion?
"Sh-She t-tipp-ped o-ov-ver th-the ed-dge, s-so s-udd-de-nly." she murmured, stroking the cross for a moment before looking back at her friend, sad, but hopeful. " D-Do y-you th-think sh-he's a-at p-pea-c-e, n-no sh-he h-has a r-res-sting pl-place. Th-that...I c-coul-ld e-v-ver sh-show h-how s-sor-ry I am?"