She rested her head there, crying for a second. It wasn't loud, but it was obvious. The truth was that Neopolitan was painfully aware of how many bridges she'd burned in her life, mostly because she'd finally become aware of the fact that being alone with nothing but vengeance in her heart was just awful, when she'd finally been shown the alternative to the life she'd known. So, this situation? She both couldn't fault Penny, and at the same time it reminded her how badly she'd screwed up in life.

It took her a moment, finally calming enough to type again, sighing and nodding a little glumly in the process. There's no lies there. She just doesn't know we used to be close is all. I don't know if I could ever tell her.