"Hardly his fault." Marvolo sneers, adding an amused tilt to the expression. "I offered her her life just as you'd asked. It's funny, though, that what she did, how she did it, wouldn't have worked if I hadn't offered her her life." He huffs out a sound that could be laughter but isn’t. "Tell me, did she happen to write to you? Perhaps to tell you that she didn't trust Potter’s plan, that she thought it was folly, that she wished to live?"