I have the feeling that I should be angry with this child, with this childish young thing, or I shouldn't forgive her for not realizing the horrors, the monster, before it was too late, for not realizing what she was getting into.
Mér finnst ađ ég eigi ađ vera reiđ ūessu barni, ūessari barnalegu stúlku, annars geti ég ekki fyrirgefiđ henni ađ sjá ekki hryllinginn, skrímsliđ, fyrr en um seinan, fyrir ađ átta sig ekki á ūví út í hvađ hún var ađ fara.