[ She's quiet for a moment, head tilted slightly to the side like she's considering the question, looking for the answer.

The truth is, she doesn't know what the answer was? Did it make things easier? Did it make things less painful? She isn't sure. She doesn't know.

It did make her sad, though. But it's not something she would say.

So she shrugs. ]

If it happens, it happens. I try not to think of it too much.

[ She leans back into the chair, folds her hands on her lap and closes her eyes. She takes a breath, and exhales. When she opens her eyes again, she looks at him, right at Estanislao. ]

If this is the end of the line for me, I wouldn't mind it.

I have no regrets.

[ At first, earlier in the year, she thought she would regret this. Would regret staying with the hounds, with the people she met on that plane ride from Jotunheim to the Philippines. But she doesn't. There were a lot of things they did she thought was stupid, but... these were the only people she has left.

Loathe as she was to admit it, she's grown fond of all of them.

And if she dies, she knows she would die for them, or with them. And that's... not such a bad way to go. ]