She was exhausted in a manner that she had never experienced when her broom cupboard was opened and she was taken to the Great Hall to face the Dark Lord. Not only physically, but in every other manner possible. To summon up enough energy to even think about rebelling was too much. At that point, she had nothing left to lose except for her own sanity. So, she made the decision to not balk or fight when she was ordered to move into Antonin's home to undergo intensive training and reprogramming. Some would call her weak. She would tell them that dying was easy. Surviving was much more difficult. As soon as she was capable of comprehending that simple fact, the opinions of others meant nothing to her.