Firefly Glen But she knew.

What Miriam spoke of did something very rare to Toad indeed.
Her blood began to boil. She felt a maternal anger rising within her that she did not have a place for it, for itt was something she couldn't remember ever feeling before. It was sudden, and intense, and frightening. It was something that gave her the power, an intense power to harm another. For harming a child in this way... the harm of even a woman in this diabolical, horrible, unspeakable way...

Toad was livid. The feeling was so intense, the twisting of her stomach caused her to look to her side. She wretched slightly, and dryly— nothing came up as Miriam spoke of what had happened to her daughter.

Toad was furious. This was a rare thing. The world isn't supposed to be like that. She spoke very intensely. Her words did not drift or falter. She wanted to hurt these people. She needed to find these children. This man, he must be destroyed, she said, quite harshly. There was no mistake in her words. This person who harmed children. She wanted to kill them.