I do not... blame you. I don't... it's just... it's a complicated history. I just try to remind myself that this Henry that is here is not the Henry I knew. He was older, had seen so much more when I knew him and fell in love with him. I am... I am angry with him. By telling you what he did, he managed to make me out to be a whore... and I'm not. By any stretch of the imagination.