( She purses her lips again, setting her cup aside first. Drugged? Alone? Dioriented? Being evil, she'd question. Not that she didn't have her own - she'd call it selfish, time. But, she did evil things, too.

Lightly, she takes the cup out of Josie's hands. Reaching out, she grabs them herself. )

Josie. What's important is that you didn't. You didn't break the hourglass. Power can be -- tempting. And, so can darkness.

( She pauses, not going into an analogy on her own darkness. There was a time Klaus saw a darkness in her, one that she didn't see. And then she did one of the darkest things. She killed twelve witches in trying to stop a spell. To this day, that remains the most blood she's had on her hands. But, what comes to mind happens two years after that. )

You never met her, but, your grandma Liz, she died before you were born. Cancer. I tried everything. I even tried vampire blood. Losing her... ( She tries to choose her words carefully, to keep them relevant to what Josie is going through. ) I felt more pain than I had ever felt. And I lied to everyone about it. After her funeral, I ... broke my hourglass. I turned it off. I couldn't feel it anymore. I didn't want to.

You didn't break it.

( Her lips drawn together as her brows lower. )

Both you and Lizzie have remarkable power together. And apart. She knows you weren't thinking. Does she know you were somewhere else? Alone? Without your magic? ( She pauses, needing to close her eyes. ) Drugged?

( Okay. She said it. It makes it real. She opens them again. )