In truth, neither do I. There is no way I could say such things at home. ( Here, however? She is far-removed enough from the Church to state as much. ) In that case, there is none.

( Features softening now, Elizabeth reaches out to once again grasp his hand. Her grasp is tentative, gentle; uncertain.

But her intent is obvious: to give comfort if she might. )

Fair enough, though it is clear to me that it continues to haunt you. It is only natural to wonder, and to hope that she loved you as all mothers should feel toward their child.