"when the mark was stolen from her, her physical form collapsed. she, by all intents, died. her soul was reborn, but without the mark she would not remember her past lives. Cain and Able once they where caught, the original Cain and Able, also had their marks stripped and added to their son, Cains mark." Lyra admitted. "The Lady is the only thing that keeps Cain in control. without her, he doesn't really have a mind." she admitted. "without the mark, all he was, was a pitch of darkness inside of Able's reborn soul." she shook her head. "there are five marks. mine, Luca's, The Ladies, Able's, and Cains. recently, Cain held control of all three marks. now, he only holds one, Dean holds one, and Morrigan holds one. that's why, for a while, Cain seamed so overpowered. because he was in control of three marks, not one. it's why Dean was also dying. because his human mind couldn't handle the pressure Cain was putting on him." Luca admitted. he had settled in and was knitting what looked like another brightly colored scarf.
"We do not control it. we simply stabilize it.... like a big circus tent. she is the middle pole, and we are the for outer poles, holding her magic open and free." Luca explained. "without us, she begins to drown. it wasn't too bad for her, without her mark. she barely had access, but now her magic is slowly killing her... it hurts..." he admitted, rubbing his mark again before leaping to his feet, both him and Lyra bowing to Morrigan with reverence. not the way one would bow to a king or queen, but bows of untold respect. like a young pupil might bow to a Karate master helping him on the path to greatness. or something. they clearly adored, respected, and loved Morrigan. the show made Cain growl in the back of his throat. "Good morning, My Lady." Luca said, breathlessly. "i'm making you a scarf. isn't it pretty?" "oh dear..." Lyra muttered. "i'm so sorry... there's just.... too many people here for him." she explained, Luca frowning a little. "you all think very loudly. i wish you would stop...." he knew they couldn't help it of course, but their thoughts and emotions nd memories pressed on him too much. he couldn't control the flow and so, sat there with his knitting needles and let it wash over him as best as he could. "...yeah we have no idea who these people are but they seam harmless...." Dean informed Morrigan. she at least would recognize them,as they had approached her while at the bar, they claimed to have mistaken her for someone else when she didn't recognize them.