Cecily sighed, leaning back and resting her head against the back of the couch, arms outstretched now. All eyes went to the knife she had left by her hip, though Hermione knew there was no way for any of them to get to it. "I'm not going to go into the whole thing. It's a long, sad story and my penchant for monologuing is lacking. The short and long of it is that the Domina has fallen away from their purpose. They have drifted, egregiously. They have committed tragedies that cannot be forgiven, and should not be forgotten. I took part in many of them, after joining the Seven. I have... so much regret." There was a moment where she seemed very nearly to tears. Hermione didn't trust it. Couldn't trust her.