Lena's posture stiffens and she holds off answering before having another drink. This topic is a sensitive one, but the words "Lena" and "sensitive" don't really mix. Unfortunately, she can't punch feelings into submission, so she has to drink more.

"All the Valo-Kas that got blown up at the Conclave? My brother was one of them." She pauses, unsure how to explain her mindset at that time. She's not sure she actually can. Not in words. Perhaps just guttural screams. But she'll hold back so as not to literally scare the piss out of everyone in this tavern.

"I needed to go away for awhile. I didn't want to hear about fucking noble causes or any of that shit. I just wanted to kill people. Nobody knew who blew up the place back then, except assuming it was that one woman with the shard in her hand. I didn't buy it, so there was no one to blame. I took off. Besides, Hissera's mother died there too. Wanted to keep an eye on her."