I do carry on that hope but this vile creature has stained both my hands and my soul. If it should come down to it, I beg you to give me peace. I fear that my husband's hand might hesitate and I must not be allowed to be free.
I will try to speak with her, but she seems to be even worse than her counterpart. Do you remember her? This young girl? This woman once thought she was quite fearless but it’s not bravery that I see.