"...There are reasons I doubt that, but if I'm to be heeded on anything, then I wish that my request in regards to you will be. Those who know of you, know of our past - I asked them, if they could not find it in themselves to extend courtesy to you, to leave you be. I meant what I said, when I declared this place to have freedom."

It would be simple to hold onto a straightforward past bitterness. It would be more exact than the tangled knot in her chest. But she does not, and will not, and proves with every day that one may live with their killer, communicate with them.

"Your pain is your own, Miss Grace. I will not ask you about it - I have no right to it. I have no right to your life either, for my feelings to dictate whether or not you exist in this world, now or at any time, even on that day you fear, though I believe it an impossible outcome. You do exist, and something higher than me would see it so."