Blackfeather Woods That's My Lullaby

"A trial cannot be a trial without witnesses, without evidence, all of which we lacked. A trial of which you speak of would be torturing a confession." She understood now what her son was thinking in that dark brain of his. He was thinking with emotion, with anger and vengeance rather than logic and thought. It was for those reasons that she was glad Cicero and Potema were there to temper her eldest son's dark thoughts. "Communing with any spirit with a clouded mind is bound to fail. By the time my mind was clear it was too late."

When Damien dared to say she did nothing to ensure her daughter's safety, Meldresi snapped, anger flooding out just as strong as Damien's. "I did all that I could!" She snarled before breaking off into a rack of coughing, the deep kind that came from the chest rather than the throat. When she recovered, she ignored the bout as if it was nothing, a growl still rumbling in her chest. "And how will you find them now? Do you know where they have gone?"