“In many ways, I blame myself for not noticing sooner. One would have thought that the loss of poor William would simply have broken her emotionally for a short while, after which she could try to recover - but instead, it simply broke her morals, forever. She concealed it carefully, kept it all in, and could not let go of the past. I failed to notice. I failed to stop her. And now even more innocent men and women have died needlessly. My dearest Caroline, why? How could you be so driven to such petty vengeance, when you yourself told me nothing could bring him back?
My niece will lie forever in prison now. There is no hope for her to escape - not in this lifetime. Even if she is released early, I will certainly be long gone before that is possible. I suppose this means our family line ends here, by her decisions. But with our names so tarnished by her terrible actions, perhaps that is for the best.”
- from the diary of Alois d'Artin