An emotion rose in Thérèse's chest that she couldn't put a name to. Almost a bitterness, but not as harsh. Somewhere between bitterness, disappointment, and resigned understanding. "Forgive me, sir. In recent weeks, I have seen all human kindness drain from my world. Forgive me for trying to convince myself that was why you had taken me in." She didn't mean for it to sound sharp, or bitchy, and she left it at that, refocusing on the horizon.