"I do not think that is something I will ever get used to." Perhaps if she had done more with her life, other then steal from her mother and then get herself killed, maybe if she had done something she was proud of and that the rest of the world would admire, she could get used to the idea. But she had done nothing of the sort. Books, as far as she had read, made her out to be some horribly ungrateful child, and her loss hadn't been that devastating. It wasn't something she particularly liked.
"Really?" Helena looked down, trying not to show how that got to her. "He said he regretted it?" And yet, here she was, loving someone else and he had made such a big deal about it. And yet, he hated the fact that he had loved her. That didn't seem fair at all. It just added to her intense dislike of him at the moment. Which she was doing anything but working out at the moment, she was just adding to it. How was she ever going to work through her dislike when things like this were being said?
And he had told that she stole from her mother?! Helena, no matter if it were true or not, didn't want to admit to such a thing, no matter how many other people knew. She was just going to avoid talking about that, and not even look at Bellatrix as she continued to talk and make Helena feel worse about herself.