[ The howls of agony leave her as she listens to him words, hanging on every single syllable. Allowing them to sink into her mind and memory, this moment being all that she wants to think of. ]

As a friend? [ Calming down, she falls into a silence as she thinks it over. To think of one of her knights as a friend, it's a rather new experience. For those who sat at the Round Table had all turned their back to her... ] As a friend, I would like to forgive you.

[ She pauses to let that sink in before continuing. ]

In person. Such things lose their meaning when it is over this thing.