[ She has worse than doubt and guilt gnawing at her mind, but those have always been there, have always troubled her. Never more so than now, after... ]

Probably. [ Cecily repeats quietly. ] But poetry or no, I wasn't able to remember myself. I put you and all the others in danger.

[ The blame is mostly not her own; she's guilty, but not unnecessarily self-deprecating. Still, some of it is meant to weigh down her shoulders. ]

I'm sorry for that.