"They welcomed me–no, they celebrated my return. I was in total shock. I couldn't do anything but cry the rest of the day. This never would have happened before. I would have been ex-communicated at best if I dared turn my back on the guild…" More memories came from Minerva, of a child in the woods for days on end, on people being cast out of the guild, herself being one of the people who did it. Scenes much worse than ex-communication being carried out, ones that also sometimes featured her as the perpetrator. And then of herself crying, surrounded by others. He struggled to keep himself grounded as she continued.
"They tell me not to worry about it, that I wasn't in my right mind, that they're just glad that I'm alright. It's as if nothing's happened at all…but I just can't bear to look at them now. None of them have ever said exactly that they forgive me, but I can't see any ill will in any of them, no matter how hard I look. I think that hurts most of all. When they tell me not to worry about what happened. How can I not? I have not done anything that which earns me their kindness in the slightest. It honestly terrifies me when they say things like that."