[Reaaaally nailed it, though whatever relief she has at the moment vanishes as she realizes that her reaction's given enough away as is.

At least hatred's a fond friend of hers or this would be worse off. There's still some of the wood rotting though. Just a bit of decay.]

He, um. He calls himself... the King of Despair, and for the past three years he's had free rein of my brother's body. By my brother's choice.

[There's so much more to this than just that, but it's coming out in bits and pieces.]