Look away, Hope. She was back in that room again, the smell of burning flesh, her mom's anguished screams piercing the air. It didn't take much to conjure the memory, it was always there in the back of her mind. "They bound you," she started, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. These were the facts of it. "But they left themselves open for an attack and you took it. You were a vampire, so you couldn't leave, but it meant Freya knew where we were. I'd cloaked you as a hybrid, not a vampire. I—I didn't want to leave but you told me to. And then I couldn't even do that. Greta knocked me out."
This was where what she'd been told came in. She still wasn't sure if she was grateful to be spared the memories or not. "You fought her. Dad showed up, but he was too busy fighting Elijah to help. You..." Tears were falling down her face unnoticed. "You took Greta down, but you died in the process."