Tribulation first makes one realize what one is.

I wasn’t raised, I was built.

And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.

I am terrified of being bored.

I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.

I have come, Sire, to complain of one of your subjects who has been so audacious as to kick me in the belly.

I have just been condemned, not to a shameful death, which can only apply to felons, but rather to finding your brother again...I seek forgiveness for all whom I know for every harm I may have unwittingly caused them...Adieu, good, gentle sister...I embrace you with all my heart as well as the poor, dear children.