"Fine, if you're so confident..." Minerva said, then crossed her arms back over her chest. She was no longer as pale as she had first been when the arrived, and looked more like her usual self.
"I really don't know what to think of anybody or anything anymore, and frankly I'd prefer to not think just now," she said.
Though she knew there were plenty that would say she had received her just rewards.
Minerva snorted. "That made no sense. You want me to go to bed and sleep but you won't leave until you find out what exactly? How I became the way that I am, I presume? What does it matter? It's happened, end of story - I live for the next one hundred years, or maybe two hundred if I don't go insane and walk out into the sun."