Flip: I was so sure I'd posted here. Sorry.
Wonderful. Morgan was gone, and she was alone - without any backup, facing the wrath of four sovereigns for something she couldn't even remember doing. But the Winter Queen's demand, for a moment, seems almost congruent with what Jessica wants - to never have to do such a thing again, to never bring harm when her hold on reality slips. Weakly, the Darkling opens her mouth, eager to offer her agreement, to get Katrin off her back: she's done an awful thing, she hates it, she never, ever meant to do it. It's true.
And yet the words won't come out. They're just frozen there, replaced by a stark, gut-wrenching terror that freezes her gut, roots her to the ground. "Yes. Y-yes - I -" The look on the Darkling's face is a brief reminder of the fear every Lost feels at the memory of their Keeper, of being tortured and taken away, and her muttered protests, her weak step backwards, continue for a few moments, voice quavering in fear. "I'll be good. I'll be g-good. I'll -" And then the Winter Queen's mantle flares higher, her glare gets a touch two fierce, and the poor Gravewight's body comes up with only two, primal reactions: fight, or flight. It's Them.
Thankfully, she doesn't run, nor does she try to raise a fist. Instead, her subconscious decides to give Black Jessica a small mercy. With a faint clunk, she faints, clunking to the ground in a heap.