[He nods, after a pause of silence and stillness, tapping his finger against the bottle.] Society should conform to her. [To us.] Not the other way around.

She's safe, for now. She was protected. [And he is glad of that, glad Charles helped her keep out of harm's way. But he's bitter, too, that Charles didn't see what was happening to her.] And now she knows that she doesn't have to hide. She doesn't have to blend in, and she never will again. [He hopes. God, he hopes.]