[Ashelia looked around at her companions, at a momentary loss for words. Snow clearly believed in what was going on here...she felt like she should trust him. He didn't seem the type to lead them all astray; strange as this all seemed, if it would get them all home...]

[But that wasn't all there was to it. The ritual...she had seen the seeds. In that moment, Ashelia knew none of this was what it seemed.]

Tell me this, Snow...the ritual. Those seeds. Are those Baltoro's Seeds? [Ashelia took a step forward, one hand going to her chest.] I want to go home. My people need me. However...if those are what I think they are, then I cannot abide this ritual. That little girl, Thalia - you remember her, surely - she died when we returned without those seeds. Slowly and very, very painfully.

[Ashelia paused, clenching her jaw. She continued after a moment, sadness and regret coursing through her.] If you take part in this, you are a part of her death, her suffering. This is what you wanted? To bring us our resolution at the cost of innocent life? There is another way, Snow. There must be.

[Her hand goes from her chest to the hilt of her sword.] I am sorry. I cannot abide this. Those seeds could save so many lives - so many! I'll not see them used thus! [She looked at Lightning. The Queen would take the Savior's lead on this one, but her intention was clear.]