When Bash finally got up the courage to go back inside and face Catherine, she was trying to get up on her own again. She wasn't doing a good job. He rushed to her and stopped her.

"Whoa, whoa. That is not a good Idea. How many times do we have to do this?" he said as he grabbed onto her arms.

"As many times as it takes to get me out of here. Would you stop that, I'm fine." she said trying to his hands off of her.

"Oh, really? Is that why your face almost made friends with the ground?" he mocked as he laid her back down.

"I need to get home. I need to save my children, and I can't do that if I'm lounging away in this drippy old cave." she bellowed. "I thought you were taking me back to the castle."

"I am, but you need to let me help you if you're going to get there in one piece." he said.

"Well you're certainly taking your bloody time." she replied. "Shouldn't we be on the road by now?"

"You're still injured, it's going to be slow going. There's no reason you need to over exert yourself. I'm sure the vision isn't going to come true today." he said while opening a bag he'd had in his hand. He took some berries out of it, that he'd just picked and took another bag from his saddle that had some nuts and bread in it. "You need to eat something. Here." he added handing some to her.

"You seem off." she said in reference to his demeanor. "If you're still embarrassed about this morning, don't be. It's not like it's not entirely..."

"No. No, I'm not embarrassed. Everything's fine. I just..." he began.

"Then it's about the dream you had last night?" she asked. He balked momentarily, worried that she may have figured out what he was dreaming of somehow.

"Dream?" he asked, hoping to throw off suspicion, but not doing it well. He was nervous. He couldn't let her know what he'd seen, not yet, not when he didn't even know for sure how to feel about it, or if it was what he thought it was.

"Dream, vision...whatever it was that made you shoot up out of your sleep last night." she said. he sighed with relief, she wasn't talking about this morning at all. He hadn't realized she was awake. He'd almost forgotten about his other vision, or rather he was trying to forget. It was awful. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread it brought. "Did you see something new?"

"Not exactly. It started out the same. " he said sadly.

"So, why is that more upsetting than before?" she asked.

"I mean it was exactly the same. Mary was still there." he looked even sadder at that.

"It would figure the only thing you care about is her." she said with a bite to her tone. "Why I thought you'd want to save your brothers and sisters I don't know. You didn't care about the sisters your mother killed. I suppose it was only Francis you cared about, or were you just pretending to care for him so he'd let you stay in the castle?" she spat. Bash straightened up, angry at her accusation.

"How dare you! I love all of my siblings, all of them! Francis's death tore me apart! He wasn't just my brother, he was my best friend, he was everything to me!" he screamed at her.

"Really, then why is the thought of Mary still being there the thing that makes you upset and not that my children are still there. Why is she all that matters to you?" she argued.

"She's not the only thing that matters! It all matters! But if she is still there, that means we haven't changed anything! Me telling her to stay in Scotland wasn't enough to make a difference and it scares me because it makes me wonder if we can even change it at all, if anything that we do will keep it from happening! I failed my father, I failed my brother and I even failed my twin sisters...I can't fail the rest of them too. I can't!" he yelled back at her, tears threatening to spill. Her eyes began to water as well, and she bit her bottom lip to try to keep her emotions in check. She now felt awful for saying what she did.

"I'm sorry I..." she stopped mid thought. He knew what she meant she was sure. She didn't have to finish. Not that she could even if she wanted. She reached out and touched his hand. It's not your fault. Henry, Francis...the twins. There's nothing you could have done. You didn't fail them...I did. I'm the one who failed to find the poison that drove Henry mad, I'm the one who couldn't convince Francis the prophecy was true, I'm the mother who couldn't protect her own children. I'm the reason their dead, not you."

"If you don't blame me then why..." he began. She pulled her hand back.

"I only blame you for letting your mother go free, when you knew what she did. You just let her go without punishment of any kind. Let her live her life as if nothing had happened. Like my daughters...your sisters, were so insignificant that they shouldn't matter to anyone." She said with an angry but defeated tone.

"She was my mother." He said.

"That's no excuse. If I'd murdered you...do you think Francis would have let me live? He would have had me executed without a second thought and you know it. You forgive your family for many things, but there is always a line, a point of no return. My daughter's death, should have been that point, but you chose your murdering traitor of a mother instead, a mother who would not have done the same for you. If she really cared about you or Henry, she never could have done what she did. Your mother never sacrificed for you, instead she she made you be the one to sacrifice for her. The worst part is, she didn't even feel remorse, for any of it." she explained.

"Like you do?" he was starting to understand, but he wasn't quite ready to give up his position in this argument.

"You think I enjoy the things I do? You think it was fun to go after Mary, a girl I care for deeply, or make my son think his child was dead, or have my own daughter be beaten. You think it was easy for me to hurt the people I love? It was excruciating, but I'd rather they hate me forever and be alive than love me and be dead. Am I just supposed to let them die without a fight? It's bad enough I had to stand by and let Clarissa die, even though it was my own fault she was in that position, I sacrificed her to save the others and it wasn't fair. But I had no choice. What else was I supposed to do?" she continued. Bash flinched at the mention of Clarissa. Clarissa...it wasn't Catherine's fault she was dead, it was his, he'd killed her...to save Francis...

'My God,' he thought to himself 'If she's guilty...then so am I...and my mother...she's right...she didn't kill those girls to save anyone...she only did it because she was jealous. Am I faulting her simply because she's her? If anyone else had done this...would I care?' he looked at her as her emotions were fighting to show themselves and she continued to hold them back despite their obvious presence. He could see how hard she tried to keep them at bay, as if her life depended on it. He simply didn't know the answer yet.

"It wasn't your fault either. Henry, Francis, the twins, even...Clarissa. I can't speak to your other crimes, but their deaths were not on you." he sighed and tried to ignore the subject of his mother, because he wasn't quite sure how to deal with that just yet. Catherine made some good points, but something still held him to wanting to keep his mother's memory. "I want to protect my brothers and sisters. I do, even if it didn't seem that way. I don't want them to die anymore than you do. I love them, even if you don't believe it." he picked up the dish of food and handed it to her. "Here. You need to eat. Finish up and we'll figure out how to get you up on that horse."

It was a silent agreement not to bring up the subject of his mother again, at least not until they could shed some light on this vision and make a move to stop it, or until one of them was ready to apologize for it.