"I don't know..." Rita lays her hands down in her lap and fidgets idly with her fingers. "I don't regret anything we did to him. He deserved all of it. But at the same time... there's a limit to how much you can hate and punish someone until it stops being satisfying. And when he had a chance to prove he could be trusted... he proved it."

If that battle in Shabon could be considered a test of Ignatius's character, then he passed with flying colors.

"Then, when we tried communicating with our thoughts, I could feel what he was feeling, and..." She seems to struggle to find a way to describe it, and sighs. "We've got more in common than I thought, is all."