She didn't know what to say or what to do. How could it be alright? Her son had something dark and powerful inside him and it was all her fault. It didn't matter how many times anyone told her it wasn't, it was. She made the deal. It didn't matter if she knew what would happen. It was still on her head because she was the one who gave the permission.
[ooc: What is it with this family and blaming themselves for everything?]