[ She looks to him as though she understands, but remains with her hands resting on the dark skirts gathered around her knelt form. The question has her frowning, and her gaze drifts just off to the side. ]

She was no one. Nothing.

[ The grimace has softened, now with more melancholy to her smile. ]

I would become...less than a blade of grass. I would...no longer be—it would be another death.