You were never a real disciple cut through her like glass, right to the core of everything she was (and wasn't). Judas, betrayer that he was, still got to be one of the Twelve.
Mary reached out and slapped Judas across the face, angry and hurt and feeling the true weight of his words.
Mary who had given up her life of privilege and used her wealth to further the cause, Mary who had remained at the foot of the cross after the others had fled, Mary who had watched Jesus buried, who had seen his empty tomb, who had been the one to witness his resurrection and bring that news to his brothers. Mary, whose name was mentioned in the Bible more than almost any of the true disciples, and yet she would never ever be one of them.
Andrew and Peter had both hated her for her closeness to Jesus, and yet that closeness was brushed aside to make her nothing. For all that she had done, Mary was still the sinful woman, the penitent prostitute.