Harry nodded slowly, absorbing the story. He clenched his fingers over his jeans, strumming them along his leg, deep in thought. "I think...." he finally spoke. "I don't know whether Daphne made the conscious choice of her own free will to engage in torture or not, but even if she did...." He searched Ginny's eyes. "..... I have to believe – I want to believe – that she's sorry."