"Oh, my precious baby. I wish we had more time. I've talked to Tom. He knows the truth. He might not like it, not even willing to admit to it, but he knows. Tearing his soul apart brought him only pain. That pain clouds his judgement. He needs to become whole again. Go to him and see if you can help. By now, you carry the biggest piece of his soul. Fragments of the diary have latched on to the piece already inside of you." She smiled weakly, though it came out more of a grimace. "Actually, at this point, you might carry more of Tom Riddle's soul than the homunculus over there."