Ariadne's heart wrenched at his words, aching in her chest with new hope and very old grief. "I know you had no choice," she said softly, because it was difficult to speak any louder. "I haven't forgotten any of it. I remember how trapped you were, and how hungry. I'm so... I'm so sorry." It was so insufficient, the words sounded so little, but there was no changing the past, and no forgetting it until the world did, so little words were all she had.