Sorianna rested her back against a wall. Looking absently at the fire the unrest she had been dealing with settled back in her mind. She realized her father had been trying his best but she still couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. Everyone she cared about...or didn't for that matter, had lied to her, kept the truth from her and hidden her away like she was a fragile porcelain doll. It was frustrating. Add the fact that something else would pop up before she had gotten any answers to the questions she already had....
She blinked slowly, falling into a daze as she stared at the only light source. The memory filled her mind before she could stop it. She was in that house again, smoke filling her lungs, the heat of the blaze pressing in around her. She had sat there as her house burned around her, the exits barred or otherwise blocked. Someone had wanted her dead that day, and almost succeeded. Even with the memory purge she had remembered the fire. The fear, the pain, and the warning she had left in her own mind. She knew now who bore her ill will, but again she didn't know why.
The memory faded as she tore her gaze from the fire. Her gut burned with shame. It felt wrong to blame her father and Morgana for this but there was no one else in her life who had been there for her.
'Except Cain.' The thought bubbled into her mind with a flash of his young face, much less burdened by the troubles of the world. She remembered, not all of it, but she remembered. Silently she stood, and slipped away from the two to make her way outside.