"And what about the people where who welcomed you here?" Rather than getting strident about it, Lydia keeps her tone gentle. Gods, she wishes right now more than anything that she actually had charmspeak. "The ones who gave you an apple, who helped you find out who you are? Of course you want to avenge your mother...would she want you to hurt all of these people in order to do it?"

Carefully, Lydia reaches out and touches Allison's shoulder. "This isn't you. I mean, I've only known you a little while, and even I know this isn't you."