"And yet at the end of the day I was still a child taken from her family. How is that ever the right thing, Clive? I lived every day worried that one day your father or mother would decide that was the day they were done with me. The North was no longer a threat," she says, and she doesn't want to look at him, but it feels wrong to cuddle. But she doesn't want to fall into old habits and pull away. She's not upset at him.

Well, perhaps a little. Did he never think of how she must have felt all those years?