She raises her eyebrows and laughs. He does sort of have a point, she thinks. Sort of.

If Todd weren't about sixteen or seventeen and if she didn't remember the picture she saw of his mother, she would be completely open about everything.

But he is and she does. So she scratches her nose in a spot under the scar and gives a vague answer. Vague, but honest.

"I don't consider it all as bad now as I did then, but I was just a bad Catholic." She grins, knowing he won't be content with that. "You familiar with Catholicism?"