[She fell quiet, considering that and how to answer it. Gently she scooped up one of the frogs as if holding them, cradling them as she talks about it, will help.]

I learned I was a witch when I brought a frog back from the dead in class. My life changed then. When I died... [She pauses, taking a deep breath to try and staunch the tears that threaten once more.]

I was forced to murder them time and again. I try and remember that's over, and I'm here now, but sometimes...

[Sometimes she remembers she's going back and coming out here and hiding her fears seems nicer than harassing others with them. Except, she's harassing Molly with them now.]

I'll be fine. Just wanted to tell them I'm sorry.