Now though, you couldn't feel such a pitiful malice toward your former superior. After all, you were only a step away from where she was now. A broken, near lifeless husk that wallowed in her chambers. Every day you checked on her, almost willing her to lash out at you for what part you had in things, but the fire that burned inside of her had been snuffed out. The grief over Anon's death was a sign of how much she had loved him, especially since she blamed herself for his death. You'd moved beyond blaming anypony, knowing that you had your part for blinding Chrysalis, and Anon himself had his own hand for trying to launch himself into the middle of your foray. But Chrysalis... she had been the one to deliver the killing blow, and she wouldn't forgive herself for that. Perhaps if you'd been the one responsible, she'd be the one barely holding on while you went catatonic.