Regina watched Genevieve as she spoke to the group, taking note of everything. Some of the other spoke as well though she was barely listening. She was deep in her thoughts, her eyes trained on the floor. She waited for everyone else to leave the room before looking back at Genevieve, who was beginning to usher her towards the table. With a small nod, she sat at the table, looking down.

"It's been twenty-five years since we met and you're still as beautiful as ever. Smart, wise, everything I wish I was. I've always been brash and hot-headed. Even now, though I've mellowed some with age." She glanced up at the woman with a frown. "When we first met, I was young, dumb and full of... well, you know. I could see anything from someone's mind and took advantage of it more often than I'd like to admit. Even on you. I guess what I'm trying to say is... I'm sorry. I wish I could make it up to you but I don't know how except letting you see all my life. I want you to be able to trust me. I don't want to hurt you like I did that day. I..." She stopped and sniffled, a tear falling down her cheek.

With a deep breath, she looked down at the table again. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. I don't even deserve your kindness. I forced my way in your mind. You didn't deserve that. Nobody does. If you want, I'll go. I'll leave and I won't return." She looked up at her again, tears slowly falling down her cheeks.