Lily just shook her head again, wordless. What could she say? She didn't know what to think, how to feel. This was impossible, how could she not have known...
But she had known. Deep inside herself, somewhere, she realized she must have known, must have understood that her fainting spells had always been more than just that, the flashes of power she felt when she was angry or scared was more than just adrenaline.
She must have known, but she couldn't let herself know. Because if she admitted it, then she'd be...right where she was, pretty much.
"I need to be turned over to the mordecai," she whispered. "If- if I can't control my power, I'm a danger." She said it sort of woodenly- she honestly didn't know if she really believed it, she just knew it was what a good Connlaothian woman would have been expected to say.