Cesidia frowns. “I’m not going to die, Petunia. I’m right here, if you’ll still have me.” She sighs. “I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry, but I don’t regret it. You, my family, my home was at risk. If you want, I’ll go. I know I’m exiled, but I had to bring you back home. But if there’s one thing I may ask of you, is to try to not think so little of me. Of course I thought of the pain I put you and my family through, I still think of it everyday.”