She has never cared much for her soul.
She knows her heart is black, black beyond redemption, so she has always supposed as easy to predict that her soul will follow the same path, deep down in Hell.
But now, the prospect of losing it? Terrifies her.
A soul-sucker.
Starting to hope again is always been dangerous – just as she was resigning herself to a life in jail, maybe seeing Henry every now and then…
She doesn't want this. She doesn't want her soul wiped away in an inky vortex.
But at least, Henry will be safe.
Even from her.