Athos tightens his jaw, the strength and tension back in the way he holds himself, though he stays upon the floor before Porthos. “You have never lied to me about who you are. She manipulated her way into my marriage bed, pretending to be someone she could never be, and when that did not suit her purposes well enough, she killed my brother in cold blood.” Though he tries to hold Porthos’ gaze, by the end he cannot help but look away.

Had he once seen her thieving as just another dark mark against her character? Yes, in his rash youth, her every crime had contributed to her greatest one of all. Athos sees the world in more varied shades of grey now, and knows that there are those who merely commit crimes because they must, and those whose hearts are too rotten to be saved. “I do not hate her because of some petty thievery she may have once committed."