<cw> Victimized feelings, self-blame, self-degradation, heavy emotion.

"It isn't so much your help I've come for as to give you mine. I'm dying, I have no use for the income I've earned except to give my daughter a chance to do better for herself. It isn't her fault she was born." She paused and then looked at the woman who was once her nemesis thanks to her no-good husband. She said, "I was sick the day she was born, and he took her and just left the money like I was his whore. I deserved to be treated like that." She curled her lip, "He has a devil for a tongue. I couldn't even look at another man after him, I felt so ashamed." She shook her head and then cleared her throat.

"The money he gave me went to my career. I decided if I would take the money, I would give it back someday. I thought I'd give it to you instead, to give you power over him." She lifted her chin, her eyes glittering with deep anger and resentment toward Magnus, "I want to see him beg you for forgiveness before I die, that is how you can help me. I want you to take that idea of his when he gets it, and crush it for the bastard he is." She then closed her eyes and panted some, her heart fluttering heavily with tachycardia. It was making her feel lightheaded. She forced herself to calm down.

"I'm sorry," she said, then, and it was clearly meant, for her jaw was working and there were tears gathering in her eyes, though she fought to keep them in check.