That is... I cannot even imagine... Chara, my child...

[As she listens to them speak, her expression just falls apart. She looks horrified. Her own child had been forced to endure in such a state. So... broken. Incomplete. Devoid of so many things that truly make life worth living. No happiness, no love... just pain... she forces herself to try to imagine what that'd be like, so she can try and help this poor child, but... it's really too awful to comprehend. She's... not sure where to start with that. Not yet, at least. Better to start with other things. Things she can understand. Things she can try and help with.]

I am sorry, that you had to see me like that. Things had... changed a great deal. It was not your fault, though. I promise.