[ She excepts nothing. She never expects anything much anymore, not that way. People's lives - they were their own. The choices, the actions they undertook. She would only ever account for her own. ]

All the things I have done, all the things I have seen. That is the one thing I could never know.

[ She doesn't say one as more or less than the other. It is a life, and for that, it is unforgiving. ]

How is my - [ she breathes out slowly, a foolish mistake now, said in the heat of her fear. ] - my Satya?