Lilith didn't move for a long time, but listened, listened to Cassandra speaking about her mother, her sister. Taking responsibility and being a role model. Doing things that needed doing because there wasn't a choice.
Like she hadn't had a choice.
"There wasn't a choice." Lilith paced along the hedge, working thoughts over in her mind. She'd done what she had to do, obeyed His orders. "And sometimes I'm not sure what's true. What's real." She paused, then turned.
"Sometimes I dream that all they want is my baby. That they'll kill me after it comes." Lilith rubbed her arms with both hands, then turned and walked down the left-hand path of the maze, trying to order her thoughts. "And I don't know if it's true, or what I've been told, or what I've figured out..."
Bellatrix's voice echoed in her ears, along with her own, pleading desperately for someone to come for her, to save her... "And I tried to tell him to forget about me, that I was okay, and that I'd been chosen, and that I was safe, but he had to believe me..."
She wiped tears from her cheeks, then turned back to Cassandra. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I've ruined our lovely tea..."