There's some sort of stray bolt on the counter, and she picks it up mostly to have something in her hands while she listens, her brow furrowing thoughtfully.

Power. Anger and hate. Merrin wonders if she would be considered something like a Sith, if that was the criteria. After all, that was what had fueled her for years, all in search of vengeance for her sisters. In the end, she may not have been consumed by it—not like Malicos, who had become... unhinged after Cal had arrived on Dathomir, truly mad—but she understood its lure.

But in her mind, power is only power, and emotions are only emotions. They're tools, and the danger is in how they're wielded. It sounds to her like these Sith used their tools wrongly.

Which is probably why she can't quite make the connection between that and attachments, or taking children from their homes. Maybe it's also because she grew up always surrounded by her sisters—in her coven, raising the younger generation was basically a community effort and everyone was family. Discouraging those bonds sounds foreign to her.

"Attachments? I don't understand." She sounds genuinely puzzled. "That is bad?"