[ she is frowning, quietly settling herself back against her pillows so she can lay comfortably. her head's still spinning--her fingertips press against her forehead. the light in this room... ]

Ignorance is easily treated, I've realized. The deaths of many are on your hands, yes... but I do not believe it is murder.

No, I hardly believe it is simply your fault. [ not with what she saw... 'foolish replica luke', huh? her voice is a little softer as she drops her hand. ]

It's not a simple matter.