[ Luna wilts slowly under everything he says, wincing here and there. Is he angry? Yes. Does he have every right to be? Yes. Is she going to sit here and not interrupt him and simply just take the ire directed at her? Also yes. ]

I didn't know that would happen, with the butterflies. That they would make me... wrong. [ There's no anger, she's not arguing with him. Just simply stating it. ]

I'm sorry. I know what I did, and I can't change that. But I'm sorry.