Moira wants nothing more than to punch Alodia, right then. Right square in the face. It's instinct; a primal urge so intense she has to take a deep, shuddering breath to keep herself in check. She doesn't know how she could have forgotten how her cousin could wield words like daggers, small in appearance, but sharp enough to cause the deepest cuts.

And all the while, her eyes are burning and she wants nothing more than to drink herself into oblivion.

"Fuck you," she spits out instead, her entire being trembling with the emotions she desperately tries to reign in. "That you would ever think I would actually kill anyone, least of all anyone in my family, for my own personal gain. Fuck you, Alodia."

The last part she decides to add because she can't stop the burning in her eyes.

"At least my father wanted me, and didn't have to pay me to keep from ruining his life."