[ She shivers, imagining. Leck had made others do terrible things with his Grace, too, though as far as Katsa could tell at least no blood-drinking had been involved. She wonders what it would be like to wake up from one's control and realize she had done something like that with her own hands. It isn't a pleasant thought.

She's itching to ask how they were controlled, but it doesn't seem like quite the right time. ]

You really aren't the same as the orcs of this place. [ stating the obvious, repeating herself. she nestles her chin in the palm of the hand not holding her locket. ] I hope your world makes it. Through all that and all you've done, it can't be for naught.