Imprisoned, for over a century. That sounded - terrible. To be held anywhere against your will. For all her purported callousness, she couldn't envy that.

Was it worth it? She almost asks.

It is easier to listen to him than she thought it would be - what she expected to be a dismissive answer, he instead gives honestly. What she thinks will be an answer of little relevance to her, instead, strikes a cord of an intimate sort of understanding. To want out of the way your life turned out, by any means you have before you. And in whatever way her expectations may fall, this she doesn't quite expect.

"Seems as though both of us would have made different choices, had we known what they'd mean to us," her voice lacks the hard edges, just for moment.

"Is it easier? To think you had any other option that the one you made? I'm still not sure."